It is always amazing how the days and nights end up turning into a New Year.
I have been very grateful for the wonderful surprises that life has given me this year. The struggles I did face, I did not go through it alone and with the help of friends I snapped back to it.
This coming year I wish everyone peace, health, love and prosperity.
Tonight after work, I will snuggle with a nice cup of hot chocolate and relax into the sound of Winter's howling outside my window.
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Thursday, December 29, 2011
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Monday, December 19, 2011
Seasonal Reflection by Lorenna McKennitt
December 16, 2011
Dear all,
As we make our way through one more year no doubt many are reeling from the uncertainty and difficulty of the way our lives have become. We may have experienced the loss of loved ones, loss of a job, loss of good health, or the loss of things which were once so familiar and comfortable to us and which provided us with a sense of identity and belonging. Perhaps some of us are stretched to the limit in terms of how fast our lives have become. No doubt we are living in the wake of a certain kind of technological explosion which has left our ability to keep pace with it all lying in tatters.
So at this time of year the instinct to slow down, regroup and reassess our priorities seems like an appropriate one. It gives us time to think about how this journey of life is so fleeting, that the volume of stuff in our lives cannot really compete with the depth of the human experience, that to find the brakes and exert them may very well be one of the greatest challenges of our generation and our time. And so, the darkness of this season allows us to reflect on where we have been and where we are going and gives us the much needed pause to do this internal reflection. It also affords us the opportunity to count, not least of all, and even amongst all the losses, the bountiful blessings which this life and world continue to offer, to reflect on the gifts of those before us and who in turn invite us to consider being of service to others.
Finally, I'd like to thank the thousands of individuals who have “found a place for my music in their lives” and who continue to support and inspire me. I would also like to thank the many individuals in and outside of Quinlan Road who play or have played a very vital but often invisible role in bringing us all together. Their efforts are considerable and much appreciated and can in no way be underestimated. May the spirit of the season bring hope, love and renewal to you and those you hold dear.
Dear all,
As we make our way through one more year no doubt many are reeling from the uncertainty and difficulty of the way our lives have become. We may have experienced the loss of loved ones, loss of a job, loss of good health, or the loss of things which were once so familiar and comfortable to us and which provided us with a sense of identity and belonging. Perhaps some of us are stretched to the limit in terms of how fast our lives have become. No doubt we are living in the wake of a certain kind of technological explosion which has left our ability to keep pace with it all lying in tatters.
So at this time of year the instinct to slow down, regroup and reassess our priorities seems like an appropriate one. It gives us time to think about how this journey of life is so fleeting, that the volume of stuff in our lives cannot really compete with the depth of the human experience, that to find the brakes and exert them may very well be one of the greatest challenges of our generation and our time. And so, the darkness of this season allows us to reflect on where we have been and where we are going and gives us the much needed pause to do this internal reflection. It also affords us the opportunity to count, not least of all, and even amongst all the losses, the bountiful blessings which this life and world continue to offer, to reflect on the gifts of those before us and who in turn invite us to consider being of service to others.
Finally, I'd like to thank the thousands of individuals who have “found a place for my music in their lives” and who continue to support and inspire me. I would also like to thank the many individuals in and outside of Quinlan Road who play or have played a very vital but often invisible role in bringing us all together. Their efforts are considerable and much appreciated and can in no way be underestimated. May the spirit of the season bring hope, love and renewal to you and those you hold dear.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Winter is coming
Icy pin pricks are felt all over my body as the last autumn breeze
reveals winter’s stage.
The play is without words but songs are hummed between the trees and snow drifts.
reveals winter’s stage.
The play is without words but songs are hummed between the trees and snow drifts.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Thursday Song
In mid December when the swallows are silent. There are dreams that become profound in ones subconscious....
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Sunday Morning and all is clear..
Yesterday's fog and stifeling pollution hung over the city.
It painted an eerie landscape that reminded of the brush strokes of El Geco.
And then I thought of this song..
It painted an eerie landscape that reminded of the brush strokes of El Geco.
And then I thought of this song..
Friday, December 2, 2011
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