An intense weekend

I have just gotten home from a very busy weekend of mostly singing, with additional eating. I rather reluctantly and belatedly (for various reasons) decided to opt into a major choral production for church. I'm talking major as in 120+ choir, has previously been performed at the Sydney Opera House, with interstate imports for some of the soloists and orchestra as we don't have, say, a top-class harpist.


It's music that I've known 'casually' for years, but I've struggled along with singing a part, due to health and, erm, reluctance issues. But this weekend, the performance weekend, was incredible. I had forgotten how much I truly love being involved in something like that, before an audience, part of the music. Magic of the highest order. A very dear friend of mine whom I haven't seen to really talk to for several years came down from Queensland and I got to catch up with him, good friends from Adelaide who I have been sadly neglecting were in the orchestra, friends from Perth came to see, my sister who lives in Sydney came down to visit...I'm all overcome, and somewhat blissed out, and very, very tired!
I didn't think I was going to enjoy this production very much, but, well, it just got to me. Nothing to do with any religious aspect, in fact that was the reason why I thought I wouldn't enjoy it much - I felt like I would be singing something I didn't actally believe. But maybe I've come to some sort of personal understanding and acceptance of what I personally believe/think/understand, and therefore was able to, um, integrate is the best word I can think of.
We're doing it again in October because we ran out of seating this weekend for the night sessions.