Harmony

I remember sitting in my friend's kitchen listening to her play a ukelele and sing when suddenly what had been fuuny and cute became heart touchingly sweet.  Her elderly mother, sitting over in the corner had started to sing in harmony with her.

Listening to the radio on a short car trip the other day I had a similar experience.  In the middle of all the instrumentals and singers there was suddenly a song where a man and a woman took turns singing and then slipped into a breath taking harmony.

I am always in awe of people who can do that.  There is something sensual about two voices mingling that way.  It sends chills down my back, raises the hairs on my arms.  In some ways it feels more intimate than anything else two people can do -- as if their souls come forth into the open and join together in something very sacred.

I am not just talking about great operatic productions or church hymns, although it can be found there too. It happens everywhere.  I don't hear it every time two people sing together or harmonize.  It's astonishing rarity leaves me wondering exactly what it is. 

Whatever it is, it speaks to me of true beauty, of perfection.  Perhaps it is the face of God.