I know it has been almost a year of waiting for my inner blogger to re-awaken. But it has been a very full interval indeed.
I am changed by that interval, and must say that it is a welcome, comforting change.
Potential has become plan, 'may be" has become "will be," and "if" has become "when" as decisions solidify desires.
Atumn is my season, the time of year when I retreat more deliberately into myself and reflect. As the Niagara Grape and Wine Festival enlivens the downtown core, I sit on the porch, sipping my strong tea and observing the leaves begin their gradual transition to scarlet and gold. The
Kyrie from Tomás Luis Victoria's
Missa pro Defunctis lifts me on the ethereal beauty of its stunning polyphony. And I ponder my life, now in its autumnal stages.
Has it been good? Has it been well-lived? Has it been charitable?
Another sip of tea, I close my eyes and I am carried away by the majestic intertwining of plainsong and chorus, as the Westminster Cathedral Choir intones the
Agnus Dei.
