And Merry Christmas to you too
Thinking about all my friends and followers here on WordPress.
I may not ever get to see you or meet you in person, but I do think about you.
I have appreciated each and every one of you out there, and all that you have meant in my life as a relatively new blogger. Whether you know it or not, you have all been a blessing to me in one way or another, in your writing and in encouraging me to write. I thank you all from my heart for the impact you have had on me in different ways and at different times during this blogging journey of mine.
Our friends are a precious “gift” from God, no matter where or how we find them. Let’s treasure all of our “gifts” to the fullest. Let’s love on them while we can, and however we can
MERRY CHRISTMAS 2017
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Traditions must be maintained!
An Etching by Rembrandt
A Literary extract from Charles Dickens
Music by Bob Dylan, Judy Garland & Shostakovich conducted by Rostropovich, played by Maxim Vengerov.
Our painting today is by Rembrandt who may be the most searching anatomist of the human heart who has ever lived.
There is such depth of humanity in Rembrandt’s etching of Mother and Christ Child.
The scene glows with immediate and eternal love and intimacy.
Our first music selection today is one of the great works of the 20th Century.
Shostakovich lived through dark times yet, perhaps because of this, his work while never denying the darkness always returns to the light.
Maxim Vengerov is a musician to his fingertips and urged on by Rostropovich he wrings every scintilla of emotional power from the work.
So, at last – the twelfth day of our Sleigh’s journey and it’s Christmas…
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In Dave Alvin’s wonderful song, ‘Border Radio’ (sure to feature here next year) there are some lines which have always intrigued me:
‘This song comes from 1962 dedicated to a man who’s gone
50,000 watts out of Mexico
This is the Border Radio
This is the Border Radio’
What was that song from 1962?
What was the old song they used to know?
A song able to summon the life that was.
The life that was lost.
The life that haunts the life lived now.
It whispers of broken promises up and down the Rio Grande.
One day married. Next day free.
Except you’re never really free.
How could you be?
An old adobe house where you leave the past behind.
Except (and everyone knows this in their heart of hearts) you can never truly leave the past behind.
The past shadows your every step.
Another set of footprints in…
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