Yea Who Dance Not, Know Not What We Are Knowing

Rayon de soleil - Louis Janmot (1814-1892)

http://www.french-art.com/

Beethoven's Ninth Symphony on the telly, starting the BBC Proms season from the Albert Hall.

Ode to Joy: "...whoever has been lucky enough to be a friend to a friend ..."

In the choir, singing it ten years ago; Alexander in the audience at The Lighthouse in Poole. Rest Peacefully Alex.

On the television; from a camera on stage, shots of the audience at the Albert Hall, brought it back to me, when I was there, amongst many others, looking out over the audience from centre front of stage, singing Hector Berlioz's Grande Messe des Morts, a few weeks after the marriage ended, almost two decades ago.

Not singing in choirs now, nor circle dancing, but Joining in the Dance again ... reading blogs:

Follow this link to http://stanmorehill.blogspot.com/ where FSJL writes:

"... the shadow is as needed as the light ..."

a true reminder for those times when the dark shadows seem all there is.

Also:

"...a rule that's not enforced is not a rule

just paperwork that aims to please the eye."

which I will take along with me and quote at the next local NHS Primary Care Trust's strategy consultation workshop.

From 'The Truest Warning':

"... the world's a better place

for those who dare

we see the rules and know

they are not fair."

Which neatly sums up my feelings about the blasted IB50 Incapacity for Work form sat staring at me now.

Thank you FSJL, a right royal poet, whose writings are as constant as the tides.

My post title is taken from another great choral work, Gustav Holst's Hymn of Jesus. Holst's words are from the Apocryphal Acts of St John which he translated from the original Greek. Powerful words, sufficiently mystical to be capable of carrying a personal meaning for one's Self. More information and the full text from the website of that great institution The Halifax Choral Society www.halifaxchoralsociety.co.uk/hymnofjesus.html (The Edit Html tab is dead.)

Singing and Dancing were my great loves in another life, now I read and write, and blog.

And sing along with the telly.