The following link was forwarded to me by my friend Anne this morning. Have you seen it? It's the Perpetuum Jazille Choir performing Toto's "Africa" - arranged by Tomaž Kozlevčar.
A few weeks back the same You Tube Video arrived in my inbox from Kat Reed, the woman who bought 1188 Juno. When I received the link and clicked to watch it then, I was awed, but it didn't have quite the same effect that this morning's viewing had on me.
Today: I cry. I sob. I laugh. I weep again. I am beyond awe; I am wowed, stirred, silenced. I love it.
Have you seen it?
Haha. Oh. I have to forward this along today, post it here, as a kind of prayer, as an act of reverence. Perhaps it's because I loved the original Toto version of the song? Perhaps it's because the act of making rain and thunder with human hands and limbs gives me pause: "We can do this? We can create rain? Is it possible?" (What else is possible?) I close my eyes and I listen. I open my eyes and smile. Maybe it's the lyrics that make me cry? The notion of blessing waters that fall over a continent, a land that I love and that inspires me to sing with the choir:
They sing of salvation. Of love. Perhaps for a person. Or for a land, a people, promise, a hope, some miracle. I wonder what the rains represent in life, in the song writer's heart? What does rain represent to me? To you?
I listen. I think of Francois. I think of falling in love at 40 and feeling 16 all over again. I marvel at what's happening in my heart. At the way the rain making music feels something akin to the love-making wonder of one human showing up in my life and committing himself to me.
I marvel: Is it possible? If the choir can do this, and a man can express himself so beautifully to me, what else is possible? What will we sing? What will we create? How will it rain in other ways?
I share this with you. I ask you what lives in your heart and mind and spirit and how you receive this video today. Yes.
Enjoy! Happy Contemplating!
Love,
Melissa
Its gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in africa, I bless the rains down in africa.
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in africa, I bless the rains down in africa.
They sing of salvation. Of love. Perhaps for a person. Or for a land, a people, promise, a hope, some miracle. I wonder what the rains represent in life, in the song writer's heart? What does rain represent to me? To you?
I listen. I think of Francois. I think of falling in love at 40 and feeling 16 all over again. I marvel at what's happening in my heart. At the way the rain making music feels something akin to the love-making wonder of one human showing up in my life and committing himself to me.
I marvel: Is it possible? If the choir can do this, and a man can express himself so beautifully to me, what else is possible? What will we sing? What will we create? How will it rain in other ways?
I share this with you. I ask you what lives in your heart and mind and spirit and how you receive this video today. Yes.
Enjoy! Happy Contemplating!
Love,
Melissa
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