Monday, August 6, 2012
Every summer, my home town has a World Folk Fest in which they invite countries from all over the world to perform traditional dances. It's such a fun event. I went this past week and noticed a huge contrast from last year. Not from the performance but from my ability to hear sounds. Music is not a strength for me yet. I'll be working on that for awhile. But the miracle of the night was that I actually enjoyed the music. It didn't sound like noise. It sounded pretty and truimphant. And even more amazing was I heard the announcements over the loud speakers. As the hosts introduced the dance companies, they explained the dances too. I knew what to expect when the dancers came out. Understanding if it was a rain dance or a love dance or a harvest dance brought a whole new meaning to the symbolism of the dances. It's difficult to describe how I feel about the glory of sound. Suffice it to say that I feel like I'm the luckiest girl on earth!