This beautiful illustration and poem are from the book The Fairies of The Autumn by Cicely Mary Barker (1895-1973).
I was already in college when I discovered her work, but that didn’t stop me from absolutely loving it — for its delicate beauty but also for the way it brought fairies to life for me.
We currently live surrounded by oak trees — and in a banner year for acorns! — so I completely resonate with…
The Acorn Fairy To English folk the mighty oak Is England’s noblest tree; Its hard-grained wood is strong and good As English hearts can be. And would you know how oak-trees grow, The secret may be told: You do but need to plant for seed One acorn in the mould; For even so, long years ago, Were born the oaks of old
We had finished lunch at The Expanding Light Retreat and were headed back to the Temple of Light parking lot when this magnificent tree stopped me in my tracks. It was just too beautiful to pass by.
It’s amazing how you can feel connected to someone you never actually met or talked to. This gentleman — Jörg Wolters — is a beautiful example. I couldn’t begin to guess how many times we saw him playing his organ on the streets of Lugano; I found it to be absolutely delightful every single time.
Originally from Germany, with his top hat and long red beard, he was a well-known face throughout Ticino (Switzerland), performing for over 30 years as a street artist.
The City of Lugano paid homage to Jörg on its social media profiles: “With deep sadness, we say goodbye to Jörg Wolters, better known as ”Barbarossa” (“Red Beard”), the organ player who with his music brought joy to our streets for over thirty years. A face known and loved by all, Jörg embodied the spirit of freedom and joy of life that he shared every day with his smiles and his music. His presence will remain indelible in the memory of Lugano and in the hearts of those who had the pleasure of meeting him.”
When we were in Lugano last May, I was inspired to capture a few moments on video. I will miss his smile and cheerful music the next time we visit.
We spent the morning with our recording tech guys, mixing and mastering the two songs that we’ll be sharing as singles from our soon-to-be-launched Christmas album.
Then I tackled some fairly hefty tasks this afternoon.
And now I really don’t feel like typing another sentence. Yep, I’m truly done for the day!
Yesterday was pedicure time, so I spent about an hour in the chair at Jivani’s (my friend, neighbor, and aesthetician) while she made my toes beautiful.
Although she usually has Ananda Music playing, yesterday she was taking a break from Radio Ananda and listening to an all-classical guitar radio station. I didn’t tune into it so much at first, but bit by bit it grabbed my attention.
I finally made a comment along the lines of, “Wow, this is a really good guitarist!” I might have commented on the intonation, the facility, the expressivity, etc.
Then I was curious to know who this “really good” guitarist was, so I used the Shazam app on my phone and discovered that it was none other than Andrés Segovia, who ranks first on all the lists of “greatest classical guitarists of all time.”
The piece I heard was Castillos de España by Federico Moreno Torroba. All eight movements are delightful but 2. Torija (Elegía) just knocks my socks off. It’s so beautiful I can’t help crying as I listen to it.
It’s been an extremely slow kind of recovery day — unpacking; watering plants; simple household tasks; some much-needed self-care; and just a little bit of work that couldn’t wait.
But my brain is feeling depleted to the point that I couldn’t focus on a topic for tonight.
Then I saw this photo of the view from Aldesago, where we stayed during our visit to Switzerland two years ago, and felt it was the perfect placeholder.
We had an excellent view of Mount Rainier as we flew away from green, moisture-filled Seattle, on our way home to the parched reality that is California.
It was a great weekend but it’s good (very good) to be home.