4 December 2010. Misty rain late in the evening...
The Irish line dance, Christie's dark wood flute, Moemi on Korean drum... The rest of us, in two facing lines, swinging through long diagonals, Sarah's encouragement, all smiles...
And a fragment from a Korean epic song--Anne, her precise explanations, incantatory voice. Henry, drum held close, aire of the definite... Opening into another world...
And the channukah menorah, second night--again, a bit of foil, candles held in place with drops of wax. And the old, old blessings--a joining of times past and times now--as with so many things--a memory, lived...
And of course--just after they've been lighted--our special channukah song...
"I ride an old paint, I lead an old dam, I'm goin' to Montan' for to throw the houlihan...
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