Jane R's blog since 2007: words and images on matters spiritual, socio-economic, theological, cultural, feline, and more.
A northern night sky swimming with life overhead in magical moonlight, as the people gather at the table: Happy Chunakkah.
And to you and yours, and to the moon and stars.
I've listened to more of my Messiaen CDs in the last few days than usual, particularly a Large Orchestral work, maybe not as well known as some, perhaps: (my KB and I don't spell in French) Eclairs Sur L'au Dela...", but it is his last work. Birds, Stars, Dancing: the usual titles. I wonder what he thought of Chagall; his mother was a Sculptor.OMG! Don't tell me, I know you did, and it sears; you went to the SF Opera's Francis of Assisi, didn't you? OK, done now.Channukah was lovely; the children are marvelous, Michael & Katherine are well, as are Kay and Harry, and I am still stuffed with Michael's latkes, with several in the Fridge. I feel "family" with them.
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