Craziness

This is the week when I remember just what it means when the uninitiated look at you and say "you're crazy" and the people with a bit of understanding tease, "the music department owns your soul." (No kidding!!!) I still don't have pictures, but the concerts are going well. It's amazing how beautiful a few sets and lights and costumes can make a gym. One of the songs is especially gorgeous: A few songs before, they used a fog machine, so the swirling smoke drifts lazily in the room. The lights have faded completely to black, save the dim overhead yellow spot slipping through the gloom to touch the conductor's score. Scattered through the audience, a few dozen black-clad figures let their voices float on the haunting melody as a slowly brightening light reflects from a mirrored ball suspended high above the middle of the room, scattering slow-dancing, twisting beams of golden brightness through the rippling fog. "Lux Calida... the warm soft light shines on the blessed mother and her child..." What a thing to ponder as we prepare for this Christmas season - the light of the glory of God stealing softly over the manger of the Son of God, where "all the fullness of the Deity dwells in bodily form."

In other news, it took me two hours to clean my room this afternoon. :D