||[May. 24th, 2004|12:51 pm]
All about my weekend of spiritual renewal ...|
It was the Victoria Day weekend, which didn't really affect me that much, as every weekend is a 3 day weekend for me. However, others took the opportunity to hold things of interest.
My weekend began when the parking garage attendant let me off with the reduced rate. I was technically 5 minutes late, so he would have been within his right to change me that extra $3.50. It's those little moments of kindness from a virtual stranger that almost renew your faith in humanity.
Saturday night, I went to something entitled "William Butler Yeats in Canada". It was well put together evening of his poems interspersed with music that fit with the themes of the poems. The poems were in chronological order to give structure to the evening. They read my favourite Yeats poem, When You are Old and Grey, http://www.chiark.greenend.org.uk/~martinh/poems/yeats.html#old. There were even 2 poems written by one of the presenters that had been inspired by Yeats. It was truly magical - poetry read by people who also loved Yeats, and music - Celtic harp, flute, bohdran, and recorder. And we ended by having everyone stand and sing Be Thou My Vision. Others my turn up their noses and say that it was only a concert and not worship, but I worshiped.
I skipped the earlier service Sunday morning and took care of the nursery during church. It was just my daughter and she kept wanting to go out and be with the older kids watching a video. Her father plays her Veggie Tales music and she knows the songs, but then gets bored when it's the talking parts in between the music.
Sunday night was Zelia's recital. It was also amazing. Her theme was the elements, and she did 6 dances for earth, metal, water, air, wood, and fire. The water one was really cool - done to Amazing Grace by Destiny's Child (awesome version). Her air costume with silver wings was the one that I would most liked to have taken home. There were many other great performers. I missed a few things trying to get make up on and being backstage, so I ordered a video of the evening, which means that I will actually have a tape of myself dancing. Our class dance went OK. We really didn't know it. But, there were no Superbowl incidents - I didn't fall out of my new bra (my biggest worry). I love dancing and will have to look for opportunities to continue this over the summer.
And in between it all, I managed to stick to my Quiet Time evening and morning. Life should always be this good.
In my world,
toddlers would be born wanting to sleep in until 9:00 every day,
all parties would have themes,
being a poet would be considered a more important vocation than being a lawyer or corporate executive,
dance would be a normal part of worship,
practicing random acts of kindness would be something we would automatically do as part of our human nature, instead of needing bumper stickers to remind us,
and "Sorry, I had to spend time with a friend" would be an acceptable excuse for missing anything.