Sing your heart out

Black is beautiful.
For sure it´s beautiful when you´re in esteemed company of the Harlem Gospel Choir. (At least, that´s what I imagined this night to be, having been told the marvelous experience of Trine, my Norwegian friend.)
We were actually mere fledglings in the Institut de Gospel Barcelona, 19 of us this Monday night. Giving it a go at breathing properly, from the diagphram, ooh-ing and mmm-ing to the rhythm of a primal beat. Yes, we´re just learning how to breathe and hum, building a good foundation from which to launch our voices in unison.
Before all that jazz, we begin building rapport, facing one another, and sharing our most tender memories of childhood, adolescence and more, very often with total strangers. Liberating? Yes.
Then there´s mime or sketches to draw us together, often in laughter and competitive seriousness.
We´re all a good mix, ranging from teenagers, 20-somethings and beyond who have taken to each other in endearing ways.