Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Merry Christmas from the Boatyard!
Kinda wish I was near a northern boatyard to see the lights and feel the snap of a cold wind before going inside for a hot chocolate...but not that much. Missing my peeps, but plan to celebrate in balmy Georgia, with the luminaries of Peachtree City, and the luminaries who are my friends :)
BUT! I will get a taste of New England as my sister and most of her family forsake the frozen northland to join me in landlocked Atlanta. We can barely sleep, and they haven't even arrived yet. But in two days, we intend to squeeze every last ounce of goodness from this historic first visit.
So the Boatyard will be closed till the New Year while we frolic and play. Hope you too have some poetic, historic moments with your best peeps, a hot beverage of choice, and balmy weather. Or snow. Or whatever it takes. And for those having a not-so-fun Christmas, may I offer this poem from Jan Richardson: Blessing of the Longest Night.
I'll leave you with the French gem, Gloria, one of my personal favorites, featuring soprano Isabelle Savaugeot, who hits notes as high as the oculus under which she sings in L'Eglise Reformee, in the Marais, Paris. Decidedly unboatyardish, but positively poetic.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!