Folk Fest

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!