tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239309676354496706.post636903221637872005..comments2018-03-18T07:23:44.345-07:00Comments on The Door Is Open: Sing it OutAlana Dillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13087231337381347438noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239309676354496706.post-66403483875196875672016-02-05T00:52:48.354-08:002016-02-05T00:52:48.354-08:00My grandmother used to sing when cleaning. I rem...My grandmother used to sing when cleaning. I remember watching her wash walls, turning to me,and smiling, then singing.<br /> "Whatever you feel bad," she said, "make something beautiful, or clean; and you will always feel better. Leave the place better than when you found it."<br /> I can still hear her singing; what comfort and ordinary magic. <br />My grandfather on my mum's side used to whistle like and with his canary! <br />Singing is a feeling, a very good force.warriorartist12https://www.blogger.com/profile/04560169597886502273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239309676354496706.post-39672276592339990382016-02-05T00:52:36.728-08:002016-02-05T00:52:36.728-08:00My grandmother used to sing when cleaning. I rem...My grandmother used to sing when cleaning. I remember watching her wash walls, turning to me,and smiling, then singing.<br /> "Whatever you feel bad," she said, "make something beautiful, or clean; and you will always feel better. Leave the place better than when you found it."<br /> I can still hear her singing; what comfort and ordinary magic. <br />My grandfather on my mum's side used to whistle like and with his canary! <br />Singing is a feeling, a very good force.warriorartist12https://www.blogger.com/profile/04560169597886502273noreply@blogger.com