I Dreamed I Was in Notre Dame

Just imagine! An evening in Notre Dame Cathedral listening to medieval music. That's what we did for several hours on Tuesday night. Performers included the children of the choir of Notre Dame who sang medieval chants, sometimes accompanied by a simple drum, pipes, and/ or a stringed instrument. The special guests were members of Escolania de Montserrat, a boys' choir from an abbey school in Catalonia, not far from Barcelona. Thanks to Babbelfish translator, I was able to get a rough translation of the Notre Dame website which provides information about what they sang. (It takes just a moment to load and it's not a great translation, but it's something.)

Just being IN Notre Dame (!!!!) itself was wonderful, but to be there AND listening to this incredible music? Later on in the evening the cathedral organ joined in. Although the organ was played very softly, it was still so wonderful to hear it. I looked up at the cathedral walls, imagining the hands who had placed the stones in place, and as the voices swelled I felt as if I was in a living, breathing being whose sound swelled the spheres with devout, heartfelt praise. I could imagine the entire cathedral itself as an entity whose voice was made manifest through the choir, the organ, and the breath of all who listened. And as I listened I dreamed I was in Notre Dame.