Wednesday, Christmas Day, 2019
Gorgeous day yesterday in many ways.
After meeting my friend Rachelle for coffee and for one of our occasional big catch-ups, I roamed into Costco and there exchanged hugs with long-time co-workers. On that pre-Christmas day, most people appeared relaxed and “loose”. Everybody was kind, not seriously shopping, and just filling-in before The Big Day.
Early on, I donned a headset and began listening to my favorite Christmas Oratorio, Handel’s Messiah. That piece, an all-day event, has absolutely gorgeous and well-known melodies and songs. Moreover, a neat thing was being able to turn the music on or off according to my mood and activities. Mostly, the sounds were on, lovely to my ears. Even that afternoon, I could listen while strolling with my equines (all three together) along the roadway toward a neighbor’s pasture.
Years ago, when I lived in Kansas City, Christmases introduced me to Handel’s Messiah. The City annually projected Christmas-oriented slides onto the windowless side of of a very tall building. Those giant images of famous paintings were arranged to tell a Christmas story and accompanied by the fabulous Messiah music.
I used to love pausing my car to study the slides and hear that music. Those annual experiences became imprinted in my brain, and ever since, periodically, I resurrect the Messiah. Its loveliness returns me to those long-ago evenings of sweet-seeing and hearing.
Yesterday, I left the horses and started home just as a hawk flew over the pasture and landed in the very top of a nearby juniper. Having just taken photos of my horses and the camera still in my hand, I swung it up. The shutter captured that hawk a split-second before it lifted and began gliding in lovely smooth flight toward my house.
My photography doesn’t do justice to what in my heart seems good luck–enjoying that unexpected and beautiful visitor.
This morning as I write, Handel’s Messiah is my accompaniment and will be through this day. It has the strength to keep boosting dreams of joy and peace.
Dear Friends: Today, however and whether you celebrate, hope it’s a wonderful one. Diana