The night is dark.
The air is cool.
I just biked back from our church after our First Friday event. Each first Friday we host a musical event, followed by a wine and cheese and other goody reception. Our little town of Alpine is small, under 7,000, but we have a very diverse and talented population. This evening we had the Big Bend Chamber Music Consort provide pieces by Bach, Hayden, Copeland and others. Flute, Clarinet, grand piano, soprano. Our little church was comfortably filled with neighbors from all over town. Some St. James church goers. Some other church goers. Some non-church goers.
We all were nourished by the lovely music. And then we enjoyed treats in the Parish Hall, getting to know one another.
I still have granola to bag and challah to bake and bread to wrap.
But I was terribly hungry this week and was praying to God to satisfy me.
After having my soul fed by the lovely performance, framed by peaked roof and stained glass, and after a couple of meaningful conversations and some helpful advice, I feel a bit more equipped to handle the rest of my hard-working weekend.
I think I will put on Beethoven to accompany the rest of the evening. Spelt Apple Challah, here I come.
2 comments:
What a beautiful way to spend First Friday in Alpine. So glad you were able to be there. The Spelt Apple Challah sounds beautiful too.
SWEET!
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