"No matter what the future brings, as time goes by..."

Brr. It's thirty-eight degrees outside, but the twenty-five mph winds make it feel like a stinging twenty-nine. It seems that I comment on the weather a lot, but it has been particularly fascinating as of late. I mean...was it really just two days ago that I was reveling in the unusual warmth? It seems that the temps will be climbing back into the high sixties by Wednesday. If this happens, I will try to refrain from gushing over the ideality (but know that I will be simply overjoyed).

This morning we sang a beautiful hymn in church entitled "Though I May Speak with Bravest Fire." The melody is an old English folksong (same as "The Water is Wide") and is as follows:

Though I may speak with bravest fire,
And have the gift to all inspire,
And have not love, my words are vain,
As sounding brass, and hopeless gain.
Though I may give all I possess,
And striving so my love profess,
But not be given by love within,
The profit soon turns strangely thin.
Come, Spirit, come, our hearts control,
Our spirits long to be made whole.
Let inward love guide every deed;
By this we worship, and are freed.

The most moving moment was when the organ thundered in on the last verse. Sometimes I'm not sure God would condone me being so enamoured with the service itself, but I love the history and tradition that is exuded. The sound of so many voices lifted in praise, echoing off of the old walls is indescribable. It sets the stage perfectly for the wonderful message ahead.

Wow – I can't believe we are already on the last week of January! I feel as if I have lost all concept of time. Where has it gone? It seems that things move so fast, but yet every day is the beginning of another beginning. Things do not change much from day to day. The same old feelings of uncertainty and disorder occasionally plague, but I'm pretty content with my current place in the cosmos. I have been surprisingly relaxed. It has taken a lot to get to this point, and I'm still not sure quite when or how I arrived. Not to say that things don't bother me (so don't push it – heh), but I'm feeling pretty composed and accepting again. Oddly enough, I have heard at least three people express the same feeling this past week. Maybe it's the Pilates. Hehe.

This is going to be a good week. On that note, I'm off to complete my writing for Creation/Evolution, memorize lines, attempt laundry, and practice all aspects of musical twaddle. Blah.