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
I find myself drifting aimlessly day to day. I’m so aware of how fragile life is. How so many people are being taken from us too soon. How it seems especially cruel we are experiencing a surge during what has traditionally been the “the season of joy”. So since I can’t do any thing about so many of the “big” issues in life I find my self looking at little details of things I would have overlooked before. I must admit I’ve never sat and watched rain drops drip, counting seconds for them to collect and then drip, and then try and match that with the click to catch a picture. Regardless of how steady the drip is, “catching the moment “ seems a fitting metaphor for these times.
December 19, 2020