New Friends

I have new visitors to my bird feeder. Our regular friends are back - the crowned sparrows, lazuli bunting, house finches, house sparrows, dark eyed juncos, lesser goldfinches and American gold finches.

Then this morning I saw a brand new beauty! I had to look it up. It had the shape of the black headed grosbeak we have occasionally seen, but it was yellow-orange underneath, dark head with a yellow circlet just across his forehead, and the wings went from the dark on it's head to white and black
wings. I googled images for grosbeaks and found them. They are evening grosbeak. There is a male and a female, and they are absolutely breath taking. (Got these pictures off google)


I also have the wonderful delight of having Ned and Kim here for the summer. Kim finished classes, and the on-campus housing they are living in is being demolished, so they needed a place to stay until the fall, or until Kim gets a job. They are expecting Alice mid June, so I will have a newborn here, as well! Can't beat that!

Music

I was blown away by a youtube video of a 2054 voice virtual choir singing "Sleep" by Eric Whitacre. You can view it at
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6WhWDCw3Mng
The director wrote and made available the music, the direction, and solicited people the world over to submit a youtube of one of 8 parts. It was then combined, edited, and put together is such a way that it is truly moving.

I have been a choir director, off and on, for 40 years. First time was as a single student at BYU. One fourth of the ward sang in the ward choir. We met in the MARB (science building) which has tiered seating, with a fat section down the middle and narrow sections down each side. The choir filled one whole side. I sat on the aisle of the middle section halfway up, and the choir sang across the audience from the side. It was exciting to have that many enthusiastic singers!!

Actually, that wasn't the first. One summer when I was in high school, I asked 15 or so children in my ward to be in a children's choir. We met Saturday mornings, did 15 minutes of "music appreciation" (listening to Peter and the Wolf, Grand Canyon Suite, Scheherazade, etc) and being introduced to real musical instruments (high school friends who played in the school orchestra). Then we would spend 30 minutes working on Primary songs that I had arranged. We sang 3 times that summer in Sacrament meeting.

I have since had much smaller, and sometimes much less enthusiastic, choirs, but it is always magic to me to take a piece of written music and have it come alive. I have arranged pieces, added other instrumentation, and even written some choir music. But it is always the same. Hearing the voices blend, swell or whisper, giving the words strength and purpose - it just moves me in a way nothing else does.

I had a practice at my home for the sopranos and altos in our ward choir to work on a particularly hard Easter piece. Bob was in the other room, and when it was over he asked, "How do you know so much about music?" Good question. I took piano for 4 years. I took choir in high school. But so did Bob. I have sung in choirs and in the Messiah almost every year since we were married. But so has Bob.

I sang in my ward choir as a youth in Elk Grove California. Our director was Helen Butler later Helen Dastrup. She was amazing. She had a wonderful contra alto voice that sounded like a cello to me. She knew how to make the music breathe - come to life. I have sung under many wonderful directors and I watch how they do things. I have just picked up things that worked for me. I am not all that good, but I do love it.

This winter I finished a choir piece, "Came to Earth", that I started in 1987. I wanted my ward choir to do it for Easter, but I thought it was too hard for the voices I had, and I didn't have the confidence to push it through. Maybe we will do it at Christmas - it can be sung for either. But Karen heard it, and they are doing it in her ward in Midvale! They are having an extra rehearsal the Saturday before Easter, and I am going to go hear it sung!! I can hardly wait.

I have heard music and singing in a cathedral in London, in a dirt floor two room hut in Kenya, in the Tabernacle on Temple Square, in an upstairs conference room being used for a branch in Tokyo. I have heard the voices of thousands singing together at a Scout Jamboree, a college football game, a Messiah sing along in a basketball stadium, and now via the internet - voices from around the world.

I know why there were angels singing at the birth of Christ. I know why there will be "a new song" sung at his second coming. I know why "the mountains shout for joy and the valleys sing". Some things are too powerful, to important, to just be spoken. They must be sung.

Spring and Rebirth

My daffodils are blooming. The crocuses have been up for a couple weeks. There are leaf buds on the trees. The grass is starting to green up.

And so is my soul.

During the cold and short days of winter I often find myself drawn in, like the silent bulbs beneath the frozen soil. There is life there. Things are felt and done. I have weathered the storms and basked in the occasional sunlit hours or days. I have found a quiet peace in existing. I have loved and been loved. I have tried to serve and make my days count for something.

But Spring is here! My soul is rejoicing. There will still be storms, but of a softer, easier-to-weather type. There will be work, and responsibility, and travel and service. But there will be warm soil, and bright light, and color. There will be outings and laughter and growth. I am created for springs.

BABIES

I love babies. I loved being a new mom - every time. The smell, the warmth, the softness, the cry, the way they limply fit into your arms - I love it all. And being a Grams is so wonderful. Holding a new life in my arms, especially when it is the child of one of your own children, is a miracle.

Mary gave birth to Quinn Dalton Ludwig on March 14 just after 6 pm. She chose natural childbirth, and asked Anne to fly out from Maryland to be her dulah. After a long 10 days of on and off labor, she went to the Dr., then to the hospital Monday morning, and started intense labor on her own about noon. Quinn is a beautiful child, and healthy, and loved.

Kim and Cami are both due in June. I love that they have all been sharing and caring for each other. I love that even those that aren't expecting now are excited and willing to help out those that are. I love that these little ones will have aunts and uncles and cousins.

I have been busy starting and not finishing a dozen projects related to these babies. I laugh when I run across a sweater I started crocheting and thought was too big, so started another, etc. Quilts and quilt projects, blankets - and I have three Christmas stockings to knit before Dec! I need a month or so to just finish projects.

So, instead of going to a quilt retreat this spring, I am going to have my own! I am going to take the last week of March while Bob is hiking the Grand Canyon, and I am going to do nothing but finish projects at home. It is spring break for the schools, so no Cubs or GS. I am even going to eat out every night, like I would if I were gone to a retreat. I expect to get lots done. I am going to set a quilt up in the kitchen to work on when I don't want to sew anymore. I am looking forward to this!!

Random

SNOW: I love snow. I love the way it covers the imperfections in landscape, and hides the stuff we were too lazy to pull up, put away, or move last fall. I love the way it dampens the sounds of traffic, but brightens the sounds of birds. I love the way the colors of birds are highlighted against the white backround. I love the feel and squeaky sound of new snow under my shoes. I love the delicate white outlines on branches and fences and wires. I like how you are sometimes surprised by snow falling down the back of your neck, or seeing animal tracks revealing who or what was in your yard during the night. BUT -I don't like to slip on fall on old snow-turned-ice. I don't like melted slushy puddles the seep into your shoes or splash all over your car.

WIND: "They Call the Wind Mariah", "Blowing in the Wind", "She's Like the Wind". etc. All very nice sentiments on gentle, magical breezes. But last night the wind was very scary. Whistling down the canyon, turning over outdoor furniture, rattling doors and windows. And it was dark. I kept my light on and read "Mansfield Park" long after Bob was asleep, to keep from laying there awake listening. Then the power went out, and I had to put down the book. I was too nervous to go hunting for my book light. This morning it is calm and even a little blue sky is showing between puffy white clouds over a new snow. The terror of the night is gone, and the world is beautiful again. Life is like that, too.

BOYS: I have had an ongoing struggle with a couple of my Cubs. They are dear boys, but I just couldn't reach them or get them to cooperate or enjoy anything I was doing. I made some changes. I have INSTANT recognition for every little thing they do - like a sticker on a chart the moment they complete an activity. One of my guys counted up the chart and declared he had more stickers than anyone else. I have tried to have MORE physical stuff to break up the sit down stuff. I use the computer a lot - this week to show them who Shari Lewis was and to talk about puppets - and that gets them up and moving. The result is, they have been better. Finally.

FRIENDS: Bob asked my the other day if I had a friend. That caught me by surprise. I have lots of friends. I work with people in Cubs, Boy Scouting, Girl Scouting and church. I have lots of people that I can turn to if I need help with something or to share common successes and ideas. But...a friend - a hang out with, go to lunch with, come over and play with friend... not really. I have my Mom that I do all that with, and Bob. I don't really have time for more than that. Am I lonely? Only when Bob is gone hiking or such. I think Bob and I are closer now than ever. We have time for each other. We take the time to spend together. After all the years I've been involved in Scouting, he is now, too. And my Mom and I shop or go to Quilt Guild or eat lunch together often. We show each other our latest projects and help each other out. I am so blessed to have her nearby. So, yes. I have two very good friends. Eternally.

WEIGHT: I have lost 38 pounds since Sept.1. I have been loosing SOOO slowly lately that it's hard not to be discouraged. I had hoped to be much further along by now. But I'm not quitting. Too much is at stake. My health being #1, and going on a mission in a few years #2. I need to exercise, but hate it. It's too cold. I don't have time. I don't want to go to pool at 8:30 at night (water aerobics) and come home with wet hair. My knees still hurt too much to walk. Wah wah wah. I know.

CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN: You never stop being a mom. I love that. I thought my kids would outgrow me. I love that they call and ask questions and share things with me. I love that I still have some things they need. I love that they love to come home and visit. And I love being a Grams. Currently there are 6 - Caleb, Hannah, and Miriam (Mike and Anne) in Maryland, Hudson (James and Cami), Lily (Aaron and Mary) and Adaliah (Pete and Rebekah) in Utah. And between March and the end of June - Quinn, (Aaron and Mary)Alice, (Ned and Kim) and baby boy Armstrong (James and Cami). That will make 9! I am blessed.