Nov. 22nd, 2017

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It is Wednesday, and here we are.

A breath for Wednesday. I'm not doing my usual Twitter and Facebook strike today, because of the launch of Cecilia's List; it turns out, I can't just re-arrange the liturgical calendar to suit my preferences. But I'm still making space to be here.

Ta-da!

Last Wednesday seems a while ago!

I launched Cecilia's List. That was a lot of work. A breath for something is better than nothing; a breath for starting where I am rather than waiting until everything is perfect.
I finished the Chapel Choir commission, and it will be premiered today. That's... pretty nifty.
I learned a new-to-me choral warmup exercise.
I acquired a SAD lamp and it is helpful.
I repaid a debt, in full and on time.
I had a tutorial with Sir James MacMillan.
I wrote up, in very short form, a crowdfunding idea, for my later reference.

The Hard

I've had a falling-out with a friend over a subject that is important to both of us. There are no magic words that can make it better. I'm not sure how I feel or what to do next, so I'm just waiting, for now. A breath for sitting with the discomfort.

The Good

Cecilia's List is live, and I think my plan for it is sustainable, and people like the idea. A breath for external validation.

The SAD lamp seems to be helping with mental alertness. (The world needs more lerts.) Despite various stresses, there is a feeling of "Yipee! I've got my brain back." A twirl for clearer thinking.

The tutorial with Sir JM was positive and encouraging. A breath for external validation by a professional who writes music I like! A concert on Thursday night included a couple of his folk songs, hauntingly beautiful... here's Rachael Liddell singing one of them on YouTube. I couldn't find one with subtitles but here's the text, by William Soutar:
O! shairly ye hae seen my love
Doun whaur the waters wind:
He walks like ane wha fears nae man
And yet his e'en are kind.

O! shairly ye hae seen my love
At the turnin o' the tide;
For then he gethers in the nets
Doun be the waterside.

O! lassie I hae seen your love
At the turnin o' the tide;
And he was wi' the fisher-folk
Doun be the waterside.

The fisher-folk were at their trade
No far frae Walnut Grove;
They gether'd in their dreepin nets
And fund your ain true love.


(A sigh for beauty.)

The Chapel Choir seemed to get on all right with my new piece in rehearsal yesterday. They're really good this year.

I've been sleeping better than I was this time last week.

Quests

Continued Cecilia's List admin before I settle into a routine
LGQ admin
Write new edition of Passing Notes
Beethoven project
Workshop with the BBC Singers on Friday
Go to many many concerts
Write a hymn for Multitude of Voyces competition
Think about Chor Leoni competition
Sketches for Whittington Responses
Sketches for Woldingham commission
Work on Cathedral commission
Go back to That London

The PLN

Do the things, but only one thing at a time, one breath at a time.
Do some composing every weekday.

How are you?

What have you done? What are your quests? What is hard in your life? What is good? What is your PLN (or plan)?

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