Hello my lovely Angel Voices…
What a year this last week has been….
Yes! Trials and tribulations have arisen this last week, and all the challenges I faced through the time of restrictions came flooding into my mind.
I would like to say it's been a breeze overcoming the uncertainty, but In all honesty, I can tell you I have faced more challenges than I would ever admit to. I’m not scarred by it, I am uplifted because during the restrictions I chose to look at what I could do, not what I couldn't do, but this does not mean that it has not had an effect on my business. The effect is not a negative one, not as such, but the changes I had to make to survive are now revealing where new challenges are arising. During the last twelve months I adapted my work and I went where I knew I could. Using Zoom and Teams was a blessing and one I constantly was grateful for. I much preferred Zoom because they really worked hard on sound and stopping delays in communication, but it was all new and used by everyone at that point. Also, the funding I received helped me to get equipment to make using these types of communication tools more accessible. It's all about the speed.
I worked tirelessly learning about how they worked, what worked best, what style of coaching made it easier for my students to be able to relate to me through the screen. And doing this research and work helped me to keep my school of singing alive. The only thing that got lost during this time was coaching the children and I felt it deep in my core, but everything I tried just didn't work, something I will endeavour to find a solution to. At that moment though, for me personally, it just didn't work. In coaching, singing for children means being energetic, lively and in the moment. It is a massive part of being able to coach person centred vocal coaching.

Every man, woman and child is unique. Their tone, their thought patterns, their tenacity, and children need to be in the room with me to be able to make the best impact. My joy of starting back my vocal coaching workshops was beyond joyous because I got to be with them face to face once more.
Over these last two weeks, I felt inspired and eager to start. I knew it would be different, that 18 months is a long time, and that family life changes. But knowing it and then experiencing those subtle changes to them but instantaneous to myself, was something that nearly broke me this week. As one by one, some of my younger students did not come back to the group.
Where was my focus, my drive? ….
All teachers and coaches must feel like this when a student moves on. But so many and so quickly and all totally understandable. It was a lot to handle, and I finally broke down and cried. There is no shame in crying. Just let me tell you, my nan always said, tears are the waterfall for the soul. And it's true. The tension left me, and I found myself listening to the students who were still able to attend and feel blessed that they were there. They have faith in my coaching to handle the smaller group numbers at this particular moment.
Whilst figuring out what I wanted to write this week. I came across a prayer that I wrote at the beginning of this year, inspired by a writing program that I did from home, called THE ARTIST’S WAY. When I read it, it filled my soul with determination and knowledge that I am doing what I came here on Earth to do.
This was my poem
As I am, I pray, let singing, lead my way,
let my voice raise you on high and fly us up into the sky.
I pray that all my loves, are noticed through songs I sing.
That those whose day can't find its best,
will find music's high and a beautiful rest.
I thank you from my heart for the joy of musical art,
like sparkling stars, the Moon and Mars,
for earthly presents like trees.
Oh but the heavens and singers
can represent them all as a blessing scent.
Yes, as I am, I pray.
Let singing lead my way.
What I know is this, Singing is not only my passion, it is my life. My greatest love, my journey, my story, my heart's desire. When things I've planned do not work out the way I wanted them to...Yes, I let myself feel that disappointment, that fear, that pain that hurts whatever feeling it is. It gives me time to explore it. Then I come back to my truth.
And you know what?
Life is grand. It is awesome. It is perfect because it is mine. If you can for one moment, take the time to pick out the song or the poem that you love to listen to, the one that takes you to a place of pure bliss. You will find your anthem in that moment, like my prayer did for me when I was writing this blog in this moment.
Many blessings, as always, my angels.
Cathy..