“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” Mark Twain
Confession of a Theatre Geek:
I listen to Broadway soundtracks while cleaning my house. I blast them loud and proud, and Yep, I sing along, sometimes pausing in my scrubbing to act out certain parts. It’s who I am. It’s what I do.
My daughter, Em has known this about me her whole life, and for the most part is not too terribly embarrassed. As a matter of fact, she quite often sings along. The only difference is, she is actually good at it.
I have always believed that every person born into this world has a unique gift or talent, something they are the very best at, that they born to do. Our purpose in life is to discover what that is and to share it with the world. For some of us, myself included, it is a lifelong process. We dabble, and explore, trying this and that until we find something that rings our bell. For others, like my Em, they figure it out before they even know they have anything to figure out.
The year was 2000, a new century was upon us and without any of the Y2K drama we had been warned about. Em was 3 years old, sitting in the living room playing with her pretty ponies. I was in the kitchen, scrubbing something or other, belting along with the Phantom of the Opera, lost in the swells and passions of the music. It was coming to the end of the song, and I stopped singing because even in my wildest dreams there is NO WAY IN GOD’S GREEN EARTH that I would attempt to hit that last high note that Christine hits. You know the one I mean… where the Phantom is mesmerizing her to “sing my angel of music, SING FOR ME”. And, man does she sing!
(I googled it. The note is a high E natural. For anyone out there with any singing experience, you know this is a super high nearly Minnie Riperton high note.)
So picture it. I have stopped scrubbing and am standing listening. The highest of the high note is about to be sung. I wonder, fleetingly, if I should turn down the volume so that the wine glasses don’t shatter, when I hear this voice sing out, on perfect pitch just seconds before Sarah Brightman: a perfect high E natural.
I look around the corner, and there is Em, singing to her pretty ponies, effortlessly hitting that high frigging E. 3 years old and she nailed it.
So that is when I figured out that she has a Voice. She is 17 now and singing is her passion, her purpose and her gift to the world. She is still undecided about pursuing it as a career path, but there is no denying that her Voice is her Dharma. What is it like, I wonder, to find your passion that early in life? She seems pretty darn happy about it to me. Lucky kid.
Here is a sample of her song stylings now, featuring mismatched socks and impromptu sing-a-long by our dog, Jojo.
My own journey has not been as simple, or as clear cut. I have tried my hand at many creative pursuits over the years, from painting, to quilting, costuming to acting, and with each new venture I find a different part of myself. With each new discovery I am putting the pieces of me together. And now, as I write everyday, I lose myself in the creative process. This thing, this writing, is as close as I have come to my soul’s purpose here this time around. I believe I will see where this road leads. Isn’t it true that to become more like God, a person needs to create? For what is God but The Creator.
I am the open vessel through which my Divine Creation flows.