We had a lovely party on Saturday evening, put together by my dear husband. I was a little nervous about having so many people at the house, but as usual Will pulled it off. It was a group effort indeed, with my parents and in-laws doing lots of work to feed and host nearly 30 people at the house. We were graced with lovely violin music from Karin Obaid (one of our ace babysitters) and a friend, and Jonathan Rundman offered up a song as well. I feel so very blessed to be surrounded by so many wonderful friends and family.
Sunday was lower key. We worshipped with my parents at Mt. Olive (aka the "big organ church"), did dishes and had a family meal at home. Then my in-laws took off for their next stop in Montana and my parents took me to Cheryl Wheeler at the Cedar. Her performance was the oddest mix of off-the-wall humor and soulful folky music, but very enjoyable.
I'm not usually moved by speculation about reincarnation, but her love song for her partner moved me, and seems appropriate for how blessed I feel as my 41st year starts:
Feel this wind blow, scatter all these leaves like paper rain.
Feel these days roll back into our winter lives again.
The tangle at the garden fence is brown and dry.
You call me out and point to your November sky.
I must've been Gandhi or Buddha or someone like that,
I must've saved lives by the hundreds everywhere I went.
I must've brought rest to the restless, fed the hungry too,
I must've done something great to get to have you.
When the cold comes and you are by your fire and fast asleep,
I'll turn a light on, to watch the snow outside fall soft and deep.
And when the winter morning shines all white and blue,
We'll watch the dogs run through the fields like children do.
I suppose stranger things have come to pass,
Many's the forest I can't see.
I was so down and lost and fading fast.
How did you find your way to me?