I cornered myself into writing a piece for the choir to sing at graduation.  I was searching for a certain version of this traditional Irish blessing “May the Road Rise Up to Meet You,” but I couldn’t find one.  I then told the choir and the office that we were performing an original version of said blessing.  Oops.  Now my hands are tied and I have to pull through.  No worries, though, I’m used to this kind of situation.  When it comes to music, I always say yes.  And when it comes to writing, I always say, “Why not? I can do it!”

I spent most of today’s after school time in the choir room going over option after option.  My Italian staff book, the one I wrote E’s wedding processional in, is now filled with new ideas that only spur on more new ideas.  Clusters and rhythms–that is my theme.

Now, if I can just dream up (literally while I sleep) a fantastic chordal movement for “May God hold you in the palm of his hand,” I’ll be set.  Here’s to going to bed energized!

I am singing these words for you.