Merry Christmas Eve! Today I’m posting a remastered recording of the choral version of Mary’s Song, recorded at All Saints Church on Christmas Eve 2016.
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sound to quiet the noise
Merry Christmas Eve! Today I’m posting a remastered recording of the choral version of Mary’s Song, recorded at All Saints Church on Christmas Eve 2016.
Continue reading “Mary’s Song – All Saints Church (remastered)”
— reblogged from Words for the Year (one of my very favorite blogs – heartfelt thanks to Christina for hosting such a beautiful site!).
Mrs. Nelson explained how to stand still and listen to the wind, how to find meaning in pumping gas, how peeling potatoes can be a form of prayer. She took questions on how not to feel lost in the dark. After lunch she distributed worksheets that covered ways to remember your grandfather’s voice. Then the […]
read the rest here: “What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade” by Brad Aaron Modlin — Words for the Year
Grace and peace to you and especially to all the Mrs. Nelsons of the world.
dw
Today I’m taking a break from piano music to show off a beautiful choral piece written by my friend Michael Ferguson. For me, this is certainly sound that “quiets the noise.”
Finding the silence prerequisite for hearing…not easy. I’m grateful for yet another beautiful haiku insight from Lize.
those unspoken thoughts ~ I can hear them most clearly ~ when there is silence
© Lize Bard
@ Haiku out of Africa
Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time. The mind that responds to the intellectual and spiritual values that lie hidden in a poem, a painting, or a piece of music, discovers a spiritual vitality that lifts it above itself, takes it out of itself, and makes it present to itself on a level of being that it did not know it could ever achieve.
— Thomas Merton, No Man is an Island
I remember the deep quiet of walking through the woods on a snowy gray afternoon, the birches confident they couldn’t be seen poking out between the snow falling and already fallen.
Liz’s art makes these memories come back alive for me. Liz, thank you for that gift.