Went for a bike ride trying to be “normal” but there’s an air of grey and sad, like the cold damp of the day, that just sneaks in sits in your bones. As much as things have opened up, and as safe as the vaccine snd booster have made me feel there’s now a variant. And even if the variant hadn’t emerged and we were dealing with the tail end of the pandemic there’s too much hurt and anger and fear these days. We are so divided, there’s so much distrust, that I wonder / worry if it’s possible to dig ourselves out. So as “normal” as things feel there’s an undertow I doubt will ever leave….
December 7, 2021
Facebook posts memories of my former life’s posts, reminders of how my life has changed. This stained glass window is @ the Chapel of the 4 chaplains at the Philadelphia Naval Yard. I attended a holiday concert there in December of 2019 with my friend L. It was quite beautiful and many singers were winners of Marion Anderson awards. A church they’d been involved with @ 18 th & Lombard (?) was sold & They’d been looking for venue. The chaplaincy was new to the naval retiree and he prayed God would help him fill the chapel with music and life beyond the military weddings it provided. It was inspiring. I’m not a church-goer, but I was one for the first quarter of my life. I was thinking today that I miss the gyms and choir and the Handel’s Messiah and the Hallelujah chorus. I wouldn’t venture into a congregation of people singing hymns @ this point in time. I can make a plan to watch a service on tv and sing along and use my cd’s of the Messiah, hymns and Carol’s and I am purchasing some holiday flowers to decorate a bit more. I’m glad I have the memory and photograph to help recall my 2019 experience there.
December 17, 2021