Doug! I was just thinking of you earlier, was watching a short documentary about Nadia Boulanger. Do you remember that presentation in that Church many years ago, in Concord, by David Conte? Or did I dream it?
John, it's quite literally unbelievable what we are being put through by these sick psychopaths. Yesterday I felt a lot of bitter sorrow and anger too. Let is be, exist, have a home, a host. It will depart and other parts of you, John, will have space to emerge again. It's now Christmas Eve. One thing I do sometimes when I am in grief is light a candle. I sometimes read prayers, or just say "thank you" over and over out loud. When I remember to be grateful for "all." "All of it." When I realize I could not have LIFE without this "all of it," I am able to say "thank you" to God, and really mean it. With this I don't intend to diminish anybody's agony. We are being tortured. I am well aware. Merry Christmas anyhow! Stay alert and fervent. Christmas is a day to issue love. People understand that. Who can one call? Who might be lonely?
Wonderful! Thanks, Celia! :-). XO
Doug! I was just thinking of you earlier, was watching a short documentary about Nadia Boulanger. Do you remember that presentation in that Church many years ago, in Concord, by David Conte? Or did I dream it?
I do remember it, Celia. He and John Walker performed their piece “Lincoln.”
This seems the right place to link this performance of Bob Chilcott's The Shepherd's Carol, for my money the most beautiful modern carol :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gYHSb4yH90w&t=140s
It's even got a Linus vibe, I'd say.
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The Shepherd's Carol
We stood on the hills, Lady,
Our day’s work done,
Watching the frosted meadows
That winter had won.
The evening was calm, Lady,
The air so still,
Silence more lovely than music
Folded the hill.
There was a star, Lady,
Shone in the night,
Larger than Venus it was
And bright, so bright.
Oh, a voice from the sky, Lady,
It seemed to us then
Telling of God being born
In the world of men.
And so we have come, Lady,
Our day’s work done,
Our love, our hopes, ourselves,
We give to your son.
This was on my local PBS station the other day. I was quite surprised.
John, it's quite literally unbelievable what we are being put through by these sick psychopaths. Yesterday I felt a lot of bitter sorrow and anger too. Let is be, exist, have a home, a host. It will depart and other parts of you, John, will have space to emerge again. It's now Christmas Eve. One thing I do sometimes when I am in grief is light a candle. I sometimes read prayers, or just say "thank you" over and over out loud. When I remember to be grateful for "all." "All of it." When I realize I could not have LIFE without this "all of it," I am able to say "thank you" to God, and really mean it. With this I don't intend to diminish anybody's agony. We are being tortured. I am well aware. Merry Christmas anyhow! Stay alert and fervent. Christmas is a day to issue love. People understand that. Who can one call? Who might be lonely?