Tonight I listened to Loreena McKennitt’s Wexford Carol on my way home, in my car… And for the first time I was able to hear and see behind it. Maybe I refused to so far, I don’t know.
And also a byzantine florilegium… Anastaseos Imera (although this is an Easter chant – hope I got the name right). And I can’t find it on youtube. Byzantine music is great anyway.
I see me and him, in a cathedral. I see him wearing a long black coat. He’s holding my hand, and, in the fresh cold cathedral air, his warmness embraces mine. What am I wearing? I don’t know… A dress from the 17′th century wouldn’t go with the coat, would it? Unless we’re from different times… Right…
Solemnity surrounds us. It’s Christmas. There’s incense in the air.
It’s an amazing cathedral, with little angels sculpted by a great one. And there are paintings on the walls, similar to the ones in art galleries, except they’re paintings of saints. By great ones…
I’m trembling on the inside, but my face shows nothing. It’s like we’re all made of stone. Yet we are so real…
Later on we go to a Christmas dinner… Like the ones Agatha Christie held in her Poirot novels. With pudding and traditions and everything. And he gives me a gift. Perhaps an amazing brooch or necklace.
And then he holds me in his arms, from behind… And I get a strange feeling that I’ve already been there and that wonderful thought when you realize you belong there.
For that moment when I allowed myself to drift in, as a friend would put it, “what might’ve been” (or maybe “what couldn’t have been”), I missed what might’ve been, again, and I missed him. Amazing man. 
Oh well… Christmas is near, isn’t it? 
I know that there’s no such thing as “the one”… I think there are “ones”, not the one. I think we pass through levels. We come here with certain born qualities and thoughts and it’s up to us and life itslef how high we’ll take them. And, in accordance to that, there is at least “one” who belongs to every stage. Sometimes you might feel that you belong to a higher stage than you’re at, but, when you get there, you just might not be able to make it because you just didn’t get to that stage yet as a being. Mumbo jumbo? I don’t know. Just some thoughts on a piece’a'paper.
May y’all have a great weekend!
Multumesc in numele lu “y’all”! Linistitor post… Keep rollin.
Mitzi, viata mere inainte… just look forward… E bine sa visezi si sa crezi… intr-o zi sunt sigura ca toate lucrurile se vor indrepta spre ce iti doresti TU.
Iar cand il vei gasi pe FAT o sa vezi ca stage-ul la care vrei sa ajungi este where ur heart is. Frumos e cand nu apartii unui loc, unei lumi ci cand simti ca apartii unui om…
There is a video in YouTube with the hymn you are looking for (Anastaseos Imera – Day of the Resurrection): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4O5YnCrIWQ8
I also like Loreena like you. Her music is deeply spiritual and mystical.
Oh I did find that one and didn’t mention it because the one I’m listening to is sung by a children choir… That’s why I didn’t mention the one on youtube. But thank you for trying to help.
Definitely agree with the Loreena comment.