Well, I had a revelation. I got really excited and yelled to Ming, but he didn’t hear me. So I got out of bed and told him, “I had the best idea I’ve had in the long time.”
I was singing in the morning, and it felt good. I recorded that Durga song, and it has some mistakes but that’s ok. I like God in the form of error.
And then I realized–I could get the words to my favorite St Matthew Passion song and sing it! Why did I never think of that before?
I guess I thought I couldn’t sing it because it’s in German. But if I can sing in English, Sanskrit, Bengali, and whatever language Amba Lalite is in, I can sing in German, right?
So I got the words, and I read the words while the singer sang. I started learning how to sing those words. It’s very repetitive, almost as if it’s designed to help me learn how to sing German. Thanks, Bach! The first part I got pretty well.
The second part I was thrown off by a letter in German that’s not in English. It looks like a weird B. But I’ll try more tomorrow.
My voice isn’t the same range, so I sang it an octave higher mostly, no problem. It’s fun.
I think it’s funny how I can get in my head I can’t do a certain thing then break through that and realize nothing’s stopping me. I was telling my friend how when I was a kid, I never ate blueberries–lots of other fruits, but not those.
Then I grew up and thought blueberries were exotic, extravagant, and somehow I couldn’t afford them. Then I saw they were actually similar to other fruits. I realized I could eat blueberries whenever I want to. I could eat blueberries every day. Oh, the scandal.
“I think they have good nutrition too,” I said to my friend. Grapes are really good, apples, bananas–avocados for sure. But blueberries are a wonderful part of life.
I like the process of freeing my mind.
I told my friend also how when I was little, I had a bad experience with a raisin, and I can’t stand them to this day. I think the raisin had a little stem bit stuck in it, and it freaked me out in my mouth. We were pulling into the driveway, as she was taking me home. It was a weird note to end the visit on.
Raisins. Whatcha gonna do. Other than avoid raisins.