The choir to which I have belonged for the last few years is disbanding.
I have torn a page/ written into the passage of time:
my Hummingbirds story- musical opportunities, making friendships, baking treats for monthly birthdays, gigs in care homes, Friday afternoons in company, stories and laughter, blending and birthing…experiencing the joy of singing
2nd row…second soprano
Closing the chapter…events pass into memory, cherished and not forgotten.
To feel alive…
In this lifetime
Is to immerse myself
In music.
My body sways to rhythms.
To hear my voice aloud-
sing out and sing along,
other tunes and my own,
alone or in groups,
Streaming through my being-
notes of comfort and creation.
Words are my treasures-
light my path.
Fuel my creative streak-
speaking and writing
sharing and leading
singing, styling…
stories and ideas abound
created and creating
conversations and observations
of the world, my world:
inside and out.
I am learning to leave constraint behind.
To belong.
Pat's Journey 
A poem of words sweet as music. So sorry that the choir you cherish will not continue. A Parksville friend.
Sorry to hear about the choir but I am positive something just as good will show up for you. ❤
Thanks for your kind comments…I am sure this change is an opportunity and offers me options. how would I like music to show up in my life? Something to contemplate!