November 5, 2023 Lining up in silence while the music plays Holding the taper to the small candle in the sand Silent with joy or sorrow, intent on the job and the moment All woven fine And the tiny flame catches and glows And the candle passes down the ranks of the waiting To the old To the young To men To women To those of no gender at all To white, to black, to colors in between From hand to waiting hand Sometimes with a smile Sometimes somberly But the flame passes From hand to hand Kristin Moyer
Yes.
Yesterday, for my brother Ray…
And for my friend Donald,
organist and voice teacher
So good to see your recent postings. Glad to hear about your adventures in Sweden. Where are you now? Your friends missed you at OakMarr.
After teaching more than 10 of Aquatics exercises, I finally did the unthinkable. I slipped and fell ringette into the water. Nothing broken nor scraped. Thank God. Ended up with a swollen right ankle.
Thank you Kristin–