1 September 2013
What a day. Church this morning, where we sang Bruckner’s Os Justi (hear above). A sermon about Satan which was too depressing to even take notes about. I don’t think I’ll miss that. Our minister is leaving on the 29th of September. He was the reason I came to St. Giles, not people who reflect on dogma like this morning. Gilleasbuig was the philosophical voice of reason and reflection. I’m going to miss him.
And then we entered the afternoon with a new piano. I’ll have to take a picture for you tomorrow. Today, I have a long list of songs to practice, calls to make, things to write out, rehearsals to go to, a day to finish. It’s so true that in the morning posts reflecting about a day, the day is already mostly over.
Autumn has come to Edinburgh already. We are waiting here as best we can, for winter to approach.
I’ve been thinking a lot more about the sea. Do you like water? Do you have a certain element of nature that you really relate with? Mine is water, which means the sea, and mountains, which should mean the earth but really means the sky.