Disparate Thoughts on Convergence

Disparate Thoughts on Convergence

I.

Last night, I attended my first music rehearsal in over a year. I rehearsed with a composer and a tenor. We gathered at a community center in North Baltimore, took our masks off, studied the score, and made music.

Musicians communicate through breath, glances, and body language. We catch each other’s subtle movements out of the corners of our eyes, but mostly, we sense, we anticipate, we listen to each other’s breaths.

When was the last time my breath mattered? For a year, we hunkered down in fear of a respiratory virus. We guarded our breath, and we shrunk back at each other’s breath. But last night, instead of shielding my breath, I shared it.

After one attempt through a tricky passage, the tenor said he was overthinking his voice and unable to concentrate on the complicated rhythm. This is a rhythm you’ll just have to feel, we discussed. You won’t ever be able to count it as you sing. But now that we’ve rehearsed it once, it will come quickly.

I think learning a piece of music is like having a stack of loose papers and an empty file cabinet, he said to me. Rehearsing it with others, hearing how it fits together, and getting the physical sensation of it is like being handed a set of folders. Now you can put the papers in the cabinet.

II.

This morning, I met a UUCC newcomer for a walk around Lake Elkhorn. Afterward, I gave her a brief tour of OBIC since she’d never been there. We stopped in Sanctuary C. The room was empty, not a single chair, table, or podium in sight. It felt cavernous and sterile.

We wandered to Sanctuary B, and I tried to describe the Sunday morning hubbub of coffee hour and the UUCC Bookstore. I wondered if she could see what I saw — the laughter and conversation among congregants old and new, a treasure trove of finds on the used books table, kids dashing between tables to steal a pretzel here and a chocolate there, our faithful volunteers brewing giant vats of coffee. I didn’t share these details on our tour.

III.

This afternoon, I watched a few minutes of the Olympic women’s volleyball match between the United States and Turkey. I was mesmerized by their effortless, rhythmic plays. The teams seemed to move and breathe as single organisms, miraculously intuiting where their teammates were diving, setting, spiking, blocking. They moved in graceful waves — up to block, down to dig, up to set — and their well-timed feints were like artistic choreography. How many tedious hours of drills does it take to create a cohesive volleyball team? I wondered.

IV.

Next month, we will likely return to worship in person at the Owen Brown Interfaith Center. When we return, we may be a bit out of sync with each other. It’s been a while since we’ve been together in the space we call ours. It might take a little while to learn to hear each other’s breaths, to know where each other is in the music, to anticipate where in the court your teammate is headed. But let’s not overthink it. It’s the sort of rhythm you’ll just have to feel.

4 Comments

  1. Jim Wu

    Valerie

    Thank you for your wonderful thoughts & insights. They help me to better understand our ever-changing and ever-challenging “new normals”. I guess we can embrace it or complain about it. After watching the amazing circumstances faced by those participating in & supporting the Tokyo Olympics, I like the mantra “No Problem – You Got This!”

    Blessed be.
    Jim

  2. Linda Linton

    Valerie – I loved drawing parallels from such disparate experiences. What resonated most for me were your comments anticipating “in person” events at UUCC; we will need time to ease into being together!

    Thanks you, Linda

  3. Stuart TenHoor

    Thanks Valerie for your insights and observations….hope and trepidation, in the same breath, about our return to OBIC.

  4. John Guy

    Hello Ms. Valerie – I especially laud your use of the word convergence . It is a word that rightly belongs in the vocabulary of UU-ism. It is both elegant, optimistic and future directed simultaneously . My first exposure was in college when studying advanced calculus of infinite series about the property of convergence vice divergence. Beautifully back in the 1950s when I did my study convergent infinite series had a magnificent mathematics for advancing through the series. Less so for advancing through divergent infinite series. Such is a life of HOPE . And my UU-ism is driven by a vision of HOPE as time passes. Thus part of what drives me is a mission of HOPE for UUCC as years go by . So thank you for demonstrating the beauty and elegance of convergence. Regards John Guy

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