Today I went to DBT with a poor attitude and didn’t enjoy myself.
Tonight I had a puja–it was for Swami Vivekananda. The choir sounded strong, and I was happy to be a part of it. The choir sounded like a wall of sound, vibrant and vibrating. The music was full of life. We sounded young in the best way.
I forgot to tell you that my women’s writers group seems to have collapsed. Three people quit in one day. So it’s just me and one other woman right now, which is not really a group. I’ve emailed her asking what we should do and haven’t heard back.