Canadian Thanksgiving occurs this weekend. It is one of my favourite holidays, celebrating harvest and the abundance of the land. During our stretch of sunshine at the end of September I got into Thanksgiving mode a little early.
and gathered seed for next year’s flowers.
We were dazzled by dahlias and
enchanted with a late blooming rose.
My world teemed with abundance. My soul stretched and soared in gratitude.
And she was a terrible singer. She tackled the most demanding coloratura repertoire and murdered it in spectacular fashion. I couldn’t stop laughing. Apparently her real life audience laughed too, but they loved her and she was invited to sing at Carnegie Hall in New York City. Why?
I believe it was because of her exuberant joy. She loved music, loved singing. It brought her unparalleled happiness and she wanted to share that happiness with the world. I think she felt the same way on stage as I feel when I gloat over the harvest from my garden. We are uplifted, exultant and full of joy.
At this time of thanksgiving, I wish all my readers overwhelming joy, the kind that cannot be contained in a safe, conventional life. I wish you the exuberance of my dahlias and the bursting enthusiasm of Florence Foster Jenkins.