Hearing Voices

Spent the weekend at an Aurora Chorus retreat on the Oregon coast. Something magical happened in the company of these 120 wonderful women.

Sometimes when everything seems hopeless, we sing "hope is my philosophy"; when I feel like I have nothing to offer, I am challenged by "what do you plan to do with your one, wild and precious life?"

And when I was hanging on to my "C" for dear life, confronted by the dissonance of the notes around me, I was reminded of another time when I heard voices sing such a harsh and brutal harmony. Once again I realized I was in a thin place, surrounded by angels.

I wrote about the first encounter with the choir of heaven in the story "Guideposts." It's short. I hope you take a moment to read it.


Here's another Aurora related post that you might enjoy:


angels singing