MY ANGEL READS CHARLES DICKENS AND LISTENS TO LEONARD COHEN

There is a private place where I can slip away into another world.  It restores my soul and brings me joy.   It allows me to collect my thoughts, write, dream  and face each day with strength and resilience.    Virginia Woolf called it  A ROOM OF ONE’S OWN.

I’ve been thinking about angels.  A flicker of movement in the corner of my eye.  I turn quickly.  Nothing.  But I know it is an angel.  My angel.

I think about the music my angel would listen to.    Beethoven’s Moon Light Sonata,   a love song without words.   Cohen’s Hallelujah,  over and over again.   The final chorus of angels from Gounod’s Faust.

My angel likes her wine decanted .  Wine from a bottle dusted with age and filled with grace.  She was there when the grapes were planted.  The vineyard at  least a hundred years old.    But my darlings this angel like most angels  is much, much older .

There are over 129,000,000 books in the world.   My angel has read all of them.  She is re- reading  Dickens’s   A TALE OF TWO CITIES.  She likes Dickens.   I know a Christmas Carol would be more appropriate in keeping with the season but this angel considers   Dickens important for our present time.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredibility, it was the season of hope, it was the winter of despair.”

Oh dear! Of all the books in this wide world why is my angel reading this book.   I certainly didn’t intend to take my angel back to 1859.   A TALE OF TWO CITIES  ends badly for many BUT  there is a sense of optimism in Dickens’s last words.

“It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done;  it is a far, far, better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”

There is a strong sense of optimism in Dickens’s final words in TALE OF TWO CITIES.  We must take heart and take care – of ourselves and our fellow man.

The idea of my  wine sipping, music loving  angel makes me smile with delight.    At night when the skies are black and the stars are sharp as ice I catch a flash of white and the strains of  music . . Hallelujah  Hallelujah  Hallelujah.  Thank you, Angel.

 

 

 

8 thoughts on “MY ANGEL READS CHARLES DICKENS AND LISTENS TO LEONARD COHEN

    • Dearest Gayle, My outdoor bed cried out for something other that what we see daily on the tv news. A relief from angels bundled in layers and faces hidden behind masks. The people in those bed surrounded by tubes and machines. My angel was a flight of fancy in these pandemic times. The bed wanted to be included. XXXX Virginia

    • Gayle, dear girl, I was listening to a favorite CD of Lenard Cohen and thought – this is a song an angel would listen to. We need these kind of angels. These ordinary people doing extraordinary work on the front line of hospitals – perhaps they’re angels in disguise. Sending you big hugs and wishes for a safe and happy holiday. XXXX Virginia

  1. Dearest Resa, We’ve gathered up the wrapping paper. Collected our memories of Christmas Day. Now we look forward with positive anticipation to the coming New Year. There is a light at the end of this dark tunnel that has been 2020. A million good wishes for all the best in the coming year. XXXXOOO Virginia

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