January 12th, 2008


Music for Candle Mass

I am up to my ears in music. The workshop about Candle mass ends with a worship service. And to a service belongs music. I’ll use two songs about the goddess Brigitte from the book “Raising children in Goddess Traditions”. My daughter Lauren (11) taught me these songs. She is really good at that. She even said: “Mom, is it American or English? If it is English, you must pronounce it more aristocratic than you do now.” I also listened to all the songs on the website from Taizé. Taizé is a cloister in France where church music is composed; they have put their music for educational use on their site. Many of these songs you can repeat as mantra’s, and they are easy and lovely to sing. Further I chose two songs from Africa. We sing these often in our church. They have a swing, and you can walk on them. We’ll practice the songs during the weekend, so everyone knows them when the service is there. They form a much needed counterbalance to emotionally charged readings. 


To practice the songs -I need to know them beforehand- I bought a treble recorder. It is a cheap, plastic one, but the sound is good. It is really odd, I have not played this instrument for maybe fifteen years. It felt good though. Besides that, it is more than ten years ago that I choose music for a service. And I never, ever stood before group that sung.

On top of all this -in fact before all this- I had a wonderful reading session this morning.

Peddler in Luck

Today I have been to Groningen, a city not far away from here. I went there by bus to attend a market organized by a spiritual centre. The market was organized to make people enthusiast for participating in the courses. I’ll be teaching Psalms and Tarot there. I sat behind a table and I taught a short workshop. It was the first time for me to attend this market. I always have a colorful bunch of plastic flowers on my table at such events. The bunch is much too big for my rucksack. It piles out in a big way “Ah,” my husband said when I left for the bus with my luggage, a rucksack full of cards with the bunch of flowers coming out: “A peddler in luck.”

I went for a coffee in the city beforehand. Two friendly boys served me. It rained and probably I looked tired and lonely – at least, that was how I felt. When I left, going out the door, one of them said: “That bunch of flowers thrusts out to the left, too much really. But it is very colorful”. I thought that was a very sweet remark. When the market was over and I packed to go back home again, I made sure the bunch was more upright in my rucksack.

Someone from the spritual centre whom I’ve met before had seen me walking through Groningen on my way to the centre. The bunch of flowers had made her cheerful. Oh, and I taught about the Fool there today. Very fitting for a peddler in luck.
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