The thing I like most about being in the Boston Gay Men’s Chorus are the under-heralded (in my opinion) out reach concerts. A few times a year the BGMC travels to a local school group or organization to help them raise money…usually for Gay/Straight Alliance groups. And while it’s never convenient (we take time out of our weekends) and today’s concert in particular is donated, the rewards are amazing. Today we travel to Barnstable Highschool to help raise funds for CIGSYA (The Cape and Islands Gay & Straight Alliance)
A week or so ago, a parent came to our rehearsal who told us her family’s story. Her teenage son came out to them and she felt ill-equipped to help, support, and guide him. She turned to CIGSYA who provided counseling and guidance, making a potentially scary journey a little less so.
The response of the audience always brings me to tears. They are so grateful. And to see young GBLT youth, able to be honest and true about themselves is (and I don’t think this is too dramatic) life changing for me. While I don’t particularly relish the 1.5 hour drive there and then another back. But I know that I am going to see brilliant smiles so grateful to the BGMC…and that we might have a positive effect helping make lives better than they were for us, makes it all worth it.
I think (and this isn’t a slam or criticism) that the BGMC doesn’t toot their own horn enough, particularly about these out reach efforts. THIS is precisely why fundraising events like the upcoming Crescendo are so critical. I hope that you will be able to support the BGMC in anyway possible. The work they do affects so many lives. So please consider attending our fundraiser. It’s guaranteed to be a great night out! Details here!
I wanted to (and I’m not quite sure why) share a little glimpse inside my mind at times like these.
I sit awaiting the arrival of the Adobe Creative Suite software 5.5 which will herald the restart of working on my book. I am preparing for that arrival by reading up on how to construct an ebook and by cleaning up a few other scattered creative ideas littering that space in my mind where I “work.” I can’t really explain it more than that…and perhaps those of you who work to create things will know what I mean.
Anyway, part of my anxiety lately (and there always is anxiety…it’s one of those things that I just have learned to to accept and moved on…knowing that I do not want to use daily medication — nothing against anyone who does…this is all a person choice and my choice is not to.) is that I don’t have a lot of anxiety that the actual work is about to begin. The rubber is going to hit the road and the piper must be paid (enough cliches for you?. So, in a back corner of that “room” is a door to a closet. In that closet, under a bunch of stuff is a box and in that box is the grain of doubt that will sprout the idea that no one is going to want to read or use this book. That the negative reaction is going to be so crushing that I may not be able to handle it and will prevent me from working. BUT, that seed has yet to sprout. I think it has been prevented from germinating by something Cat Bordhi said to a group I was in. She said that we should never believe what others say about ourselves…not the most amazing platitudes, not the most degrading criticisms. — She’s a smart lady.
So, I have been preparing for the work to come and (insanely, I know) worried that I’m not more worried about how I’m actually going to do this. But what I really think is happening is that this book has selected me to bring it into existence. I know this because the more I push to create it, the less anything happens. When I relax and listen to it, then things come into focus.
AND, as things often happen with me, I just got interested in Elizabeth Gilbert’s book, Eat, Pray, Love. I am enjoying it very much. And as my Obsessive Compulsive self often does, I scoured and read all the things about Elizabeth Gilbert that I could. And I found the following video (link provided below.) I encourage any of my creative brothers and sisters to invest the 20 minutes it takes to watch this video, below. I think the most inspiring and insightful things are near the last 10 minutes. And it’s so comforting knowing that I’m not the only one that thinks like this. It may be crazy, but I feel comforted knowing I’m not crazy alone. Enjoy!
I am working on an apple crisp recipe. And, like my long journey to find the perfect Banana Bread recipe, I have what I want in my mind. The apples, al dente, the “crisp” almost cookie like (not too sweet), with oats (for sure) – still tasting of apples (not all sugary and cinnamon-y, but including cinnamon for sure!) Is it too much to ask? I think I may have to look at melting the butter for the crisp…hmmm…or a take on an oatmeal cookie dough…we shall see. Take two – today, if time permits. I am, after all, working from home. Who wants to stop by?
These design projects are funny. They have to be a secret and are done so far in advance of publication. It’s almost a little treat when they go live. I wonder who will knit this. The yarn is LOVELY and terrific to work with. Visionray is a color right up my alley!
Soon to be published is a design I did for Petit Purls and I have a sock design in an upcoming book, Brave New Knits, by Julie Turjoman. Exciting times ahead, eh?
When I was growing up, every year around this time, we would all gather at my Babcia’s house. Being at Babcia’s wasn’t in itself unusual because we lived upstairs from her. But every year, near Christmas, all the kids would be there and then we would hear them — Santa’s jingle bells! Santa would arrive (through the front door, which we never used!) It’s such a great memory. AND now, guess what? My sister has arranged to have Santa visit my parents’ house in NH to visit the little ones in our family. The smile that is on my face this morning from the anticipation of seeing the kids’ faces when he walks through the door is spreading ear-to-ear.
We will start the day by building a ginger bread house, and (hopefully) popcorn balls which, for some reason, were part of Santa’s visit when I was little.
I will take lots of pictures and hopefully some video to share.
OH, I have that Christmas-morning-like anticipation. I CANNOT wait. (oh and shhhhh, don’t tell the kids. This is a surprise.