December 17, 2008

Solitary

It has not been a banner day. I am left ending my day with great anxiety. There were many good points to the day, but much stress and many low points.

I don't understand why so many parents die. I'm struggling with that, I guess tonight. I saw something tonight that so deeply disturbed me, I'm still processing.

We had our Christmas Band Concert tonight. Mr. T is coming along on the trombone and I'm so proud of him, I could burst.

Truly.

They played my favorite Christmas song... something I am hoping to get me somewhat into the Christmas spirit, as I continue to fight the urge to bolt.

Of all the videos I went through tonight... the solitary woman on the harp playing and singing my favorite song, is the one I choose.

Posted by Boudicca at December 17, 2008 10:54 PM | TrackBack
Comments

Beautiful. As for your question. I ask myself that often. I don't know what it is that disturbed you so, but I can only say, for everything there is a reason.

Hope you find the spirit and if you do, send some my way.

Posted by: Oddybobo at December 17, 2008 11:29 PM

That was wonderful! Thanks, Bou :) Does this woman have a Christmas album, by any chance?

Posted by: PeggyU at December 18, 2008 01:51 AM

I love the harp

Posted by: vw bug at December 18, 2008 05:41 AM

bou,
first, hugs to you
second, this is my favorite version of that song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3sQPm8DlCP0

Posted by: wRitErsbLock at December 18, 2008 07:28 AM

That's my favorite Christmas song too!!!! I've been posting YouTube videos of Christmas music for the last couple of weeks, and I've scheduled one of my favorite versions of O Come O Come Emmanuel to post on Christmas day. :D

Posted by: songstress7 at December 18, 2008 07:36 AM

Wow. That was beautiful. Truly beautiful.

Posted by: Jim - PRS at December 18, 2008 03:55 PM

I'm still working on whether what I witnessed was blogable.

There are days you look at your life and you are stressed and feel like you cannot be pulled in one more direction or surely you'll be done.

And then you witness something so... incredibly awful... and realize, life is so easy and how blessed you are.

Posted by: Bou at December 18, 2008 04:08 PM

When I'm house sitting at my buddy's house, I sing the first line or two of this to his birds as a way of getting them ready for night. Years ago my sister had told me that birds love to be sung to. This is true. Birds especially like songs with long notes like this.

Posted by: Carl Brannen at December 19, 2008 10:19 PM