Do Re Mi (Maria and the Von Trapp Children)

We had a lovely Easter Sunday yesterday - my son Rob worked, getting home about 5-ish, and we ate a bit before 6 (Eric was home from college for the weekend). I made Poppyseed Chicken (my sister's recipe), brown rice, steamed broccoli, steamed carrots with dill weed and a homemade apple cobbler for dessert - Sarah and I even dyed Easter eggs. I never made it out walking... but figured I could use a bit of a break, since I had followed through the previous six days in a row - so proud of myself!

We hung out until about 10, watching the first half of The Sound of Music (thus the synchronicity of the above YouTube video appearing in my inbox today)... and then Sarah headed home and the boys went out together - I watched some mindless TV and fell asleep on the couch, exhausted after the whirlwind weekend (my Labyrinth Cafe concert, with one of the artists staying with us Friday and Saturday night)...

Today has been an attempt to catch up: laundry, putting the Ozfice back in place (folding up sleep couch, etc.), finishing the dishes I let soak in the sink last night - I still need to get in my walk... and work seriously on the local Pete Seeger event as well as write the Order of Service for my UU Earth Day service this Sunday. I also took Reba out to lunch as she leaves tomorrow to head back to her home in Maryland - I'll miss her...

SONG: Do Re Mi, as sung by Julie Andrews and children in The Sound of Music

BOOK: The Mysticism of Sound and Music by Hazrat Inayat Khan

POEM: Snow Geese by Mary Oliver

Oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last!

What a task

to ask

of anything, or anyone,

yet it is ours,

and not by the century or the year, but by the hours.

One fall day I heard

above me, and above the sting of the wind, a sound

I did not know, and my look shot upward; it was

a flock of snow geese, winging it

faster than the ones we usually see,

and, being the color of snow, catching the sun

so they were, in part at least, golden. I

held my breath

as we do

sometimes

to stop time

when something wonderful

has touched us

as with a match,

which is lit, and bright,

but does not hurt

in the common way,

but delightfully,

as if delight

were the most serious thing

you ever felt.

The geese

flew on,

I have never seen them again.

Maybe I will, someday, somewhere.

Maybe I won't.

It doesn't matter.

What matters

is that, when I saw them,

I saw them

as through the veil, secretly, joyfully, clearly.

QUOTE: "As your faith is strengthened you will find that there is no longer the need to have a sense of control, that things will flow as they will, and that you will flow with them, to your great delight and benefit." ~ Emmanuel