MissMeliss | January 4, 2009
In January it’s so nice
While slipping on the sliding ice
To sip hot chicken soup with rice
Sipping once, sipping twice
Sipping chicken soup with rice
~ Maurice Sendak/Carole King,
“Chicken Soup with Rice”
Really Rosie
I was seven years old when I was first introduced to the Carole King/Maurice Sendak musical Really Rosie, not by [...]
MissMeliss | January 1, 2009
On the first day of a new year, it seems fitting to include music in a post. The song, “You Are the New Day,” is by the Kings Singers. I had the privilege of attending a brown-bag lunch with them when I was in high school, and I’ve been a fan ever since.
This song [...]
MissMeliss | December 28, 2008
I don’t write about religion or faith all that often. I write about specific things encountered in various churches, and of people associated with them, but I’m hesitant to share my own beliefs here for various reasons. I should preface this huge block of text with the following: It’s a ramble. It’s not well thought [...]
MissMeliss | December 21, 2008
Well, not really a tale. We began and ended our day with church services today, and both were lovely, but vastly different.
This morning, we were supposed to wake at 6:30, have time to shower, dress, drink coffee, and make it to the UU church in Oak Cliff in time for an 8:30 choir rehearsal, but, [...]
MissMeliss | December 6, 2008
One night, we met at neighbor’s house for homemade Rompope (rum, sugar cane, and I don’t know what else, but it makes egg nog seem like water, it’s so potent), and carol singing. At least four languages were represented, and most of us could sort of sing a few of the same songs. We taught the locals the English and German words to “Silent Night” and they taught us their version of the song - “Noche de Paz.” Armed with this song, “Feliz Navidad,” and “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” we formed a merry band of singers and strolled up and down the packed-sand roads, knocking at the doors of people we knew to be home, and offering our song.
MissMeliss | December 5, 2008
What were the good parts? One was getting to sing a song that essentially called the quarters, right on the heels of a classic Allelulia, and just before an African processional piece with bongo drum accompaniment. I love this aspect of the Unitarian Universalist tradition - or un-tradition, as the case may be. I love pulling from many sources, acknowledging that there is no path that is right for EVERYONE, but that everyone’s journey must be respected.