All Souls Day

[gurdymonkey]

The problem with microwaving a burnt offering is that the entire house still smells like popcorn.

As sunsets go, it was a calm one - no clouds, just the sun dropping behind the hills over on the Peninsula, the San Francisco skyline in silhouette to the northwest. 100 feet down the beach was a guy in a chair with a fishing pole.  A couple hundred feet in the other direction was a guy with a bag of bread, a camera, and a positively Hitchcockian tornado of gulls whirling around him as he threw scraps into the water.

I started tossing bits of popcorn into the gentle lap of the bay. Took a little while for the birds to notice, but a few did and managed to snatch what they could before the kernels got too sodden to float.

Some cormorants - I think they were cormorants - paddled serenely past. I turned and started back towards my truck. At the board bridge across the dunes to the street, I looked back at the bay in time to see the distinctive profile of a lone dun colored pelican just off shore of where I'd been standing.

I woke up with this song in my head. It was there all day. ALL day. So I decided maybe I'd better do something about it and stopped at Office Max and bought a microphone. I got through the first take without my voice breaking so I'm not going to tempt fate by trying a second.  http://www.wodefordhall.com/angelband.mp3

Comments

[laurensa.livejournal.com]

That was simply beautiful.

[zsof.livejournal.com]

Beautiful!

[ladyrowansplace.livejournal.com]

Thank you. This is the 2nd anniversary of my Mom's death, so nothing could have been more appropriate to hear.

You have a beautiful voice, too.

Eternal Rest grant unto them, oh Lord
And let perpetual light shine upone them.
May their souls, and the souls of all the departed
through the mercy of Thy grace, rest in peace.

[gottasing.livejournal.com]

Absolutely lovely.

[gcmadtown81.livejournal.com]

No words, just tears. Thank you.