Kinkinya

Yesterday I had two singing gigs. The first was at Kinkinya in Lynham. Last year I cried while singing and then produced my first painting that went into an exhibition from that experience. This year I cried twice and really struggled to hold the carols together. I was not alone. I looked around and many other choristers also had tears in their eyes. I cried in away in a manger, cos the residence have no crib with their own families and silent night because these guys know what a silent day is like, and when the children sung and when a couple of old fellows joined in one singing, one dancing. It was tender crying a mixture of happiness and sadness and it felt like huge salt crystals jagged their way through my heart up and out my tear ducts. Ive been to many nursing homes and they have not affected me in this way and I get the feeling that this home has alot of love and care there. I might put my name down on the waiting list.