“For behold, the winter is past;
the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth,
the time of singing has come…”
~ Song of Solomon 2:11-12
Gardening and yoga
Papa Jay trying to describe the forsythia by the bridge: “Like the sun just sitting there”
Tuesday morning rain and writing
Painting “Starry Night” with fun people
Nanny’s daffodils in bloom
Hazelnut coffee
Pad Thai and quinoa bowl with Natalie’s homemade kombucha for lunch
First humid breeze through the house
Listening to “The Sower’s Song” while I organized and labeled spring seeds at the kitchen table
A day at Classical Conversations with Sarah and playing four square with the middle schoolers at recess
Chance of tornadoes on Wednesday; filming the clouds
Afternoon at Papa Larry’s, looking through family scrapbooks and learning my family history while it rained and rained
Baseball season beginning, watching late games at Papa and Mema’s, then walking home in the warm darkness
Scattered books and writing papers on the floor
Reading in Dad’s office and hearing Mallory and Ruthie tuning their guitars through the vent
The crabapple in the garden, abloom
Papa Jay getting his mail, carrying a black umbrella
Morning drive, singing “Springtime” by Chris Renzema
A Saturday for shoveling wood chips and spreading them in the garden and sweating in the sun and reading under a tree while I ate an apple
Picking out sweet potatoes at Schnuck’s for Easter dinner
Reading Mere Christianity on a bench in the middle of the mall, a hundred feet passing around me
Dinner at 54th and a Good Friday service
Mom in the apron I sewed for her, working away on Easter dinner
Family spikeball tournament
Cold, clear air at sunrise, Easter morning ’22
Playing a violin named Voce di Dio (the “Voice of God”) behind a full choir, Janaya beside me on cello
“Behold the Lamb of God” into “Is He Worthy?”
Easter rain and hours of reading The Silmarillion, and the mythological creation of Tolkien’s universe that made me think of Sunday’s choir:
“The voices of the Ainur, like unto harps and lutes, and pipes and trumpets, and viols and organs, and like unto countless choirs singing with words, began to fashion the theme of Iluvatar to a great music; and a sound arose of endless interchanging melodies woven in harmony that passed beyond hearing into the depths and into the heights, and the places of the dwelling of Iluvatar were filled to overflowing, and the music and the echo of the music went out into the Void, and it was not void.”{i}
{i} Tolkien, J.R.R., The Silmarillion. (Ballantine Books: New York, 1977), 3, 4
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Hmm have to say, like when you do these because it brings the beauty glimpses of the gift of life.
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