Tonight’s concert was wonderful on so many levels…which I hope to be able to actually communicate about tomorrow!
Right now, I’m ready to call it a day and go to bed.
(not necessarily in that order)
Tonight’s concert was wonderful on so many levels…which I hope to be able to actually communicate about tomorrow!
Right now, I’m ready to call it a day and go to bed.
My town errands took all afternoon and into the evening, so I arrived back at the Village just in time for the beginning of tonight’s Spiritual Renewal Week kirtan.
Ramesha organized it this year, so I really wanted to attend. However, I couldn’t stay for more than two chants (also because I had perishable groceries in the car).
But I’m really glad I made the effort. Largely because it was nice to simply sit in the audience and feel the joy and devotion without being in charge of any of it.
The kirtan is almost always Monday night, with the concert following on Tuesday. So, I’m usually up to my eyeballs in preparations and find it hard to make the time to go. But I’m going to try and change that next year.
Devotional kirtan and chanting to God truly is a wonderful thing.
We had close to eighty singers at tonight’s choir rehearsal (for the SRW concert).
Then there are another ten or so who couldn’t make it tonight but will join us for the warm-up rehearsal and concert on Tuesday.
I’m just not sure how or where we’re going to fit them all in!
I’ve lived outside of Nevada City off and on since 2007, but tonight was the first time that I attended an event at the Center for the Performing Arts in Grass Valley.
The occasion was a show by my friend Nancy’s new voice teacher (Carrie Hennessy). What a voice and what a show — entertaining, thought-provoking, and moving.
We met early for a delicious Italian dinner before the concert and had an altogether pleasant evening.
βYesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.β
Mother Teresa said that, and it was the perfect reminder I needed this morning to start tackling my day.
Later…
I read that quote this morning and it did get me going. The challenge now is to keep going until it’s all finished.
Much, much later…
Well, I couldn’t get it all done before coming home, so for the first time this week I’m working late into the evening. There were just a few too many details requiring completion.
Oh well.
Yep, every few years my birthday falls exactly on the Summer Solstice, which is kind of fun.
I hope you’re doing something enjoyable on this, the longest day of the year. I’m headed to a rehearsal myself.
But that’s okay, because Ramesha made me French toast for breakfast and my gift was a brand new tablet, which will be very convenient when traveling.
Plus these beautiful flowers were awaiting me when I got to the office.
It’s been a lovely birthday.
Writing the blog earlier in the day — so I don’t have to turn on the computer late in the evening — is actually helping me with my bedtime.
I didn’t quite make it before 11:00 last night, but I was close!
So, here I am….doing Whatever. It. Takes. once again.
I’m determined to be in bed no later than 11:00 tonight.
That means I must not turn on the computer for any reason once I get home from rehearsal.
Which means writing today’s blog before rehearsal.
Ergo… π
Yep, this was a slogging through it kind of day, from start to finish.
I resonated with the word, but had to look it up to make sure I was using it right. But, yeah, “to slog” is to walk or plod heavily; to toil. And “a slog” is a long, tiring walk or march; long, laborious work.
Which is how today felt.
It started with me oversleeping, followed by needed but unexpected calls and visits.
Then laundry, laundry, and more laundry.
Emails, organizing, details, and more emails.
Feeling tired throughout but trying not to let the crankiness take over. Sigh.
The good news is I got a lot done. The less-than-good-news is that I didn’t exactly stay centered in my inner peace and joy.
Oh well, all we can do is give it our best from moment to moment.
I love you, Dad!
Thank you for always believing in me.
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