We sing for the sheer joy of singing.
It makes us feel so good. We sing for peace and we contribute positive energy with our song. We build community within our choir. We share our music freely with our neighboring community. And we have so much fun.
Science supports the benefits of singing with a group.
We love singing and it’s no wonder. Many studies have shown that it’s actually good for you. Check out a few articles proclaiming the benefits of signing with a group. And do come sing with us and join the fun.
Eric Whitacre – Choir: The Core of Who We Are
The Surprising Ways Choir Singing Boosts Your Health, The Huffington Post
The Neuroscience of Singing, UpliftConnect.com, Dec. 2016
Psychologists may have discovered the best way to make new friends as an adult, Business Insider Oct. 2015
“Imperfect Harmony ~ How Singing with Others Changes Your Life”, Talk of the Nation, NPR, June 2013
Group Singing and Psychological Well Being, You gotta sing!
Choir singers ‘synchronise their heartbeats’, BBC News, July 8, 2013
Keeping Body and Soul in Tune
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Song is not a luxury, but a necessary way of being in the world. Somehow we have been fooled into thinking that song is entertainment, something we can do without, like dessert…The minute we arrive we are born singing, though this is often mistaken for crying, Yet without this deep reflex, the lungs won’t work and the lifelong exchange between inner and outer can’t begin.” ~ Mark Nepo
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And in Wonder and Amazement I Sing
The sky is full of the sun and the stars The universe is full of life Among all these I have found a place And in wonder and amazement I sing. The world is swayed By eternity’s rushing tide Rising and falling I have felt its tug in my blood Racing through my veins And in wonder and amazement I sing. While walking in the woodlands With my feet I have touched the blades of grass I have been startled by the flowers’ fragrance They have all maddened my mind The gifts of gladness and joy Are strewn all around And in wonder and amazement I sing. I have pricked my ears I have opened my eyes I have bared my heart to the world In the midst of the known I have sought the unknown And in wonder and amazement I sing. ~ Tagore
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Anyone Can Sing
Anyone can sing. You just open your mouth, and give shape to a sound. Anyone can sing. What is harder, is to proclaim the soul, to initiate a wild and necessary deepening: to give the voice broad, sonorous wings of solitude, grief, and celebration, to fill the body with the echoes of voices lost long ago to bravery, and silence, to prise the reluctant heart wide open, to witness defeat, to suffer contempt, to shrink, lose face, go down in ignominy, to retreat to the last dark hiding-place where the tattered remnants of your pride still gather themselves around your nakedness, to know these rags as your only protection and yet still open – to face the possibility that your innermost core may hold nothing at all, and to sing from that – to fill the void with every hurt, every harm, every hard-won joy that staves off death yet honors its coming, to sing both full and utterly empty, alone and conjoined, exiled and at home, to sing what people feel most keenly yet never acknowledge until you sing it. Anyone can sing. Yes. Anyone can sing. ~ William Ayot
