Constance Ore is a retired Teacher, Choir Director, and Organist. And a formidable cook.

March 3, 2008

Filed under: — Constance at 11:17 am on Tuesday, March 4, 2008

illuminatedSpring.jpgMarch 1st arrived like the opening of a new book with the page covered with a richly illuminated text after closing February’s heavy grey tome with its cold dark words. The temperature was sixty five, a warmth not experienced since last October, and the sky suddenly held chains of geese going northward. Some were low and loud and other groupings were high and hurrying along. The first red-winged blackbirds were sitting on the tops of the willows on the east side of Sanctuary, near the road. It is where they always come when they return from their winter home. Each has a tree of its own, and from there, it sends its unique trill out over the valley as it places its claim on a potential nesting site. Meadowlarks were singing in the fields to the east and south, and the snow and ice melted rapidly, exposing new green grasses already eager to commence. John-paul flew in from Seattle for a brief stay with us, and so it was a day like no other with the joy of it all around.

notesInside.jpgThis new month is filled with promise – political voices calling for “change”, spring concerts, a daughter’s birthday, Palm Sunday and Easter. Yesterday, I could sing! One of the sorry things of the last two years has been the loss of my singing voice – the only place where it all sounded fine was inside of my head; the actual vocal production was abysmal. Then yesterday, in the singing of the hymns, my voice was present and true and it was an incredible delight. The woman sitting in front of me complimented me and it took a measure of self-control to simply thank her instead of clasping her to my bosom and telling her the entire story of my life.

music.jpgThe last hymn was “What Wondrous Love is This” and its final verses were especially well-suited to my day.

“To God and to the Lamb I will sing, I will sing;
To God and to the Lamb I will sing:
To God and to the Lamb, who is the great I Am,
While millions join the theme, I will sing, I will sing.
While millions join the theme, I will sing.”

“And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on;
And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing on;
And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing his love for me,
And through eternity I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on;
And through eternity I’ll sing on.”

(Lycoming College Choir)

3 Comments »

Comment by Dick Gale

March 4, 2008 @ 3:16 pm

Hi Connie and all:

Glad that Spring may have decided to pay you a visit — you people (and dog) have certainly had a heavy winter.

PRICE OF “HEAVEN” BEGINS SEASONAL CLIMB

Now that’s a headline that might attract some attention!! Actually, we just returned from two nights at our favorite San Clemente motel (the one I mentioned in response to your comment about your idea of an ocean-oriented heaven). It was, indeed, heavenly, and, in fact, the rates now start to climb for the busy summer season — our pleasant winter, week-day studio w/ full kitchen was $125, but it costs more than $300 on weekends in July and August.
We’ll head for ‘heaven’ again late Fall.

We are so glad that you are rolling (and singing!) along. Know that you are still very much in our daily thoughts.

Spring may spring!!

dick and susan gale

Comment by Mindy Werling

March 5, 2008 @ 4:33 pm

Hi, Connie!

So glad that you found your singing voice! Perhaps your vocal chords were inspired by the red-winged blackbirds and meadowlarks at Sanctuary!

I found out today that I need to have a cataract removed. This was the result of an eye injury that I suffered a few years ago when Darby (my dog) and I were playing and he tried to jump over me. One of his hind feet landed right in my eye — ouch! Anyway, I have been collecting sympathy emails from my brothers and sisters, and here is what sister Kris had to say:

Well, Mindy! Goodness sake! I remember when Aunt Hilda and Uncle Ray had
cataract surgery. I was worried about them–so I called out to their house
and Charles answered. And how were they?
He said, ” Oh, they’re out on the porch swattin’ flies!!!!” So, you’ll be
okay, too! Love you! K

So, I am definitely looking forward to swattin’ some flies!

Happy Soon-To-Be-Spring, Connie!

Love,
Mindy

Comment by Heidi

March 6, 2008 @ 7:48 am

Mom

That is a beautiful melody to run through your head – I will sing and rejoice too! Here’s to spring – it sounds like we may be closer that those in Chicago since they have so much snow on the ground – it will be wonderful to visit though – it will be spring in our hearts even more

H

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