Snowfish and Stardom

Connemara, our castle“If the INFP is a queen, then her home is her castle, her refuge and her domain.”

When I read this sentence years ago in my personality profile, I remember laughing about it with my boyfriend. Me, a homemaker? My culinary repertoire consisted of pasta and cookies, and the sight of a cleaning brush made me break out in a cold sweat. And yet now, five years later, like all terrible things, it seems to be coming true.

From looking at my humble, mismatched little apartment, you would never know it. I’m not a queen in a domestic-goddess sense. I’m more a queen in the medieval sense; I married into this position for life. I just happened to marry a TCK (third-culture king. Or was it kid?). Together we dreamed together of living in the far reaches of the world, and his vocation as an international school teacher made it possible.

In our first country, Thailand, many forces combined to relieve me of my royal domestic duties. Continue reading

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Sense #3, Touch: Imagination and the Inner Dancer

Hands touchingLast Sunday our humble little church choir was singing the anthem for the offering, and as I was looking out over our congregation, all listening politely in their Sunday best, I noticed a little two-year old girl in the front row dancing along in a flurry of movement. She rocked from side to side, swinging her arms in big wide arcs, then as the music crescendoed, began hopping up and down, then spinning in place, regaining her balance just long enough to strike a pose for the final chord.  The funny thing was, even at such a young age, and without any music training, she was moving along perfectly with the beat and the mood of the music, two things our choir, despite its best efforts and intentions, was failing to fully grasp.

The image made me smile. Few people know this about me, but if there is anything I love more than singing, it is dancing. Continue reading

Singing with the Five Senses #1: The Inner Ear

New York skylineIf the art of painting is in seeing, the art of dancing in touch, or the art of cooking in taste, then the art of singing is in hearing. This month’s series will explore the use of all five senses in singing, but first and foremost, the sense of sound.

When I picture it in my mind’s eye, I see weathered rugs, wooden furnishings, and a fine view of New York from the top of steep black stairs. The air is still and the last soft rays of the evening sun pour through the sheer, lacy drapes, illuminating the pollen that swirls in fragrant clouds and the lilies that grace the piano.  There are no family photos, although the walls are papered with opera posters from floor to ceiling, announcing performances from golden ages past. It is an apartment reflecting its owner; simple and straightforward, with everything in its proper place, noble, perhaps even stern, but devoted in every way to the study of music. Continue reading