Song

I love to sing; not singing along with the radio, pop or rock, but challenging pieces. I can lose myself in a different language, in an Italian aria.

I find much joy in training and molding my voice to improve it, learning to bend it to my will before letting it take me soaring above the clouds.

I haven't had enough training though. One of my dreams has been to have private lessons, but I could never afford it. I have such a burning desire to make my voice everything that it could be through work, discipline, and training. Nothing is sweeter that the fruit of those three.

God gives everyone their own gifts. Some of those gifts come very easily, others start out as a small spark that must be nurtured, fed, and fanned. I grow discouraged because I have no fuel nor fan.