bright, shiny future?

From today's SF Chron....a new career direction for me?

on the 4th day o' Christmas

I counted my coinage found on the streets of Seattle...

on the second day of Christmas....

Yawn.  After almost 48 consecutive hours of slumber, I am blinking my way back into the world. 

life after liturgies

 Chocolate cheesecake bars headed to choir.

 Action shot of the string quartet and organist.

Festive cards and $.12 found on a brisk rain-filled walk.

Am too tired to do justice to a full report from last night and today's performances; five liturgies in a row is a bit much.  Will summarize by saying there were moments of great beauty.  And now it is time for a long winter's nap. 

so this is Christmas

(The intriguing tree near the Space Needle--wish my shots of it at night turned out--it's ethereally blue.) 

With the hundreds of seasonal lyrics, these are the ones that keep running through my head (even though I haven't actually heard this song this month) and so I am posting them for this Friday's poetry.

So this is Christmas
And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begun

Ans so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

And so this is Christmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor ones
The world is so wrong

And so happy Christmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let's stop all the fight

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

liminality

Delightful tea from some fabulous musical elves is proving to be the perfect way to unwind from hours of Christmas rehearsals.  

Fa-la-la.  La, la, la.

In twenty-four hours, it will have zipped by.  Each year, I am surprised when it is over.  My Christmas begins in July when I order/choose the music; so five months of plotting goes into one evening's performances.  Perhaps that is why it is so poignant.

And this hush prior to the curtain rising is perhaps one of my favorite experiences as a musician.  All is calm and things are semi-bright.

It's beginning to look a lot like

sorry.  I will stop with the inane Christmas tunes.  Too busy to do justice to a full concert report from last night.  Suffice to say, it was a lovely event.

 

I love the term 'greening' and our altar guild has done a stellar job in creating a festive space.

A snarky little note pad was delivered as a gift, along with a fuzzy pen--which Bogart has also appropriated.

AND some delish pastries also arrived at my door.