I didn't feel much like rehearsing tonight. I was so tired, I think it was a delayed reaction to the overly-busy weekend. But I knew I would feel better and I knew I need to learn the music.

As so often happens, I got into the music much of the time. I feel like my soul leaves me and enters the page, like I am indistinguishable from the music itself, pure beauty, pure emotion, no flesh, only feeling. The Misa Criolla is exciting and fun to sing, and I enjoyed the rhythms, yet I was more taken tonight by the Mexican baroque pieces. I seem to have a special connection to baroque music. The wonderful melodic lines, repeating in canon or fugue-like patterns, changing rhythms, blending into beautiful resolutions, clean, perfect, angelic. Baroque music seems heaven-like to me, like it makes a good argument for God all by itself. I don't need to believe in God to believe in it, however.