I was going through some files of blog posts that I had kept, but not read in a few years. I found myself learning that a dear sweet blogger had passed away. My heart sunk, as from her posts, I felt a deep connection with Natalie. A deeply wise and gifted woman. I am sad, but know that one day, there will be a time to meet again. I think about the people that have blessed me, some for just a short season. That is how life is. I recall meeting a kind woman from Taiwan one year. Our acquaintance was brief, but when we were departing, and knowing that it would perhaps be the last time to meet here on earth, we wept like we had known each other for years. To you Natalie Scarberry, I found out that Hollyhocks are your favorite flower and I will be sure to plant them this spring. I will look at their beauty and think of you.
When this time of year approaches, I find myself humming my favorite songs. I do sing to, but my raspy voice, and little frogs, get wedged in my vocal cords, or something. Therefore, what I hear is not always pleasant, but I do know, is that it comes from my heart. I am so very grateful, that we, the children of that time frame, had the opportunity to learn about music, in song. It contributed to my enthusiasm for listening to music and singing along. We had chorus back in those days, and I looked forward to it. I share this today, with croaky voice and heartfelt wishes for a Merry Christmas!