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  1. comment se teleporter facilement tuto I agree. I know just how you feel. I spent so many years singing at Baha’i events, feasts, anything. And after a few short years of not being as active as I used to be, I can’t remember anything. I still get asked to sing things because people remember “the good ole days” and I end up relying on Blessed is the Spot which I love but it gets redundant. It’s time to get back into those 1st soprano notes and learn some new tunes.

  2. mahmoud darwish gedichte here I went through this a few years ago because my travels and my isolation from my family and familiar Baha’i community made it hard for me to find my voice in both chanting and singing. Then my mother did something wonderful. She made a tape of her chanting prayers in Persian and Arabic and made copies for all her children. Many of these were the prayers she would chant for us at bedtime when I was little, so they were familiar and therefore easy to memorize. This rekindled in me my childhood desire and ability to learn to chant the prayers and increased my ready repertoire of chantable prayers 10 fold. It also prompted me to ask my Dad for a similar recording, and to add to these with prayers my friends chanted beautifully, and now I have prayers in serveral other languages, including Chinese. Every now and then I listen to the tapes again when I’m driving a few hours and will have alone time, and chant along with them to refresh my intonation. I have also come to think of these recordings as very precious. You could ask for similar recordings from friends and family. In a different vein, while I was in Haifa, I loved African sing along. I loved learning new songs and singing to the beat of the drum and clapping hands and stomping feet making music – and I loved the fellowship and fun as well. Do you every go?