Smashing a bottle of champagne into the bow of the USS InsideMyHead. Maiden voyage, as it were. Hope we've all had enough ginger snaps to stave off seasickness!
I try to walk for fitness at least three days a week. Just a small jaunt around the perimeter of our cute little neighborhood. I do not use any devices, nor earbuds, so as to imprint the sounds of the day into my mind and subsequently, my memory. It's summer, so the acoustics are great, and there are more creatures giving voice.
On my trip yesterday, I heard
On my trip yesterday, I heard
- a red-wing blackbird calling out my mother's name - "Vera LEEEEEE!"
- a cardinal bragging about his appearance - "pretty, pretty, pretty!"
- an argumentative and oppositional blue jay responding haughtily "can't can't can't!"
- sentries guarding cookie-cutter homes with insistent barks, howls, and yaps.
As I listened to these sounds, the words to the hymn "This is My Father's World" came into my head of their own volition. (To those who are uncomfortable with the gender-specificity of the title, I offer only that I sang it with "Father's" for over 60 years. And it reminds me of my father, who is a calming memory.)
In particular, I heard "all nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres."
In particular, I heard "all nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres."
As the environment - both social and natural - change, I pray that the music of the spheres will continue to ring for generations to come.
God bless us, everyone.
God bless us, everyone.
I was in tears abt the song and especially abt your Dad. Looking forward to more! This, too, is my first time to visit a blog.
ReplyDeleteI used to walk the lakefront in Chicago, early mornings...the lake changed day-tod=-day, sometimes minute-to-minute. And the people were a trip....
ReplyDelete