The Mystery of the Three Ships

“I Saw Three Ships (Come Sailing In)” is one of my favorite Christmas carols.  Written in 1666 using an old English folk tune, historians are mixed and unsure of what the composer’s lyrics actually represent.  Do the three ships refer to the camels bringing the three wise men through the desert to worship the newborn king…the “ships of the desert”?  Joseph, Mary, and the baby Jesus Christ coming into Bethlehem?  I have a rather lacksadaisacal approach to these kind of questions…I usually just pick the most logical theory, and then not worry about it, because I just like the song!  🙂  And I choose…..hmmm, if I told you, then it wouldn’t be a mystery anymore!  Here is my favorite version of “I Saw Three Ships”, performed by the Chieftains and Marianne Faithfull.  Have a wonderful day.  Slainte, Lisa

 

Music of Angels

One of the most exciting gifts in life is music.   And the angels at Christmas filled the sky with singing and rejoicing. “Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host (angels) appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, ‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.’ ”  (Luke 2:13-14) It must have been a wonder to hear; isn’t it cool that God gave humble shepherds the front row, best seats in the house to the biggest concert ever.  🙂

Here is a wonderful, peaceful, and restive rendition of “It Came Upon A Midnight Clear/The First Noel” performed by Orla Fallon on the harp and vocals.  (formerly of Celtic Woman)  Now I’m not a huge Celtic Woman fan, but she is very talented.  A small glimpse of the amazing music we’ll hear one day with the heavenly host.  I pray a peaceful day for you.  Slainte, Lisa

Music to Dance To While You’re Fixing Dinner

Had to post an awesome happy feel-good song that I just heard.  It’s  a mix of Irish trad and Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing” by Irish House Party.  Nice tin whistle work.  Play it while you’re fixing dinner; I dare you to stand still.  🙂  Slainte, Lisa

The Foggy Dew

Beautiful morning….thin transparent clouds touching the ground, creating a hazy misty wonderland of hiddenness.  The sun somewhere behind those low clouds trying to push through, hitting the dew on the grass and making it glitter like wet diamonds under my feet.  As I walked my daughter to the bus stop, I told her we were walking through a cloud, and she kept waving her hand through the air, saying, “I don’t feel it.”  “But look around,” I replied.  “The fog, the low clouds, are all around us.  We see it, but we don’t feel it.”

Thank you God, for the reminder that You are everywhere I see, even when I can’t feel it.  Your clouds came down and kissed the earth this morning and kissed us too, and that’s awesome.  🙂

Here’s a wonderful peaceful rendition of the trad tune, “The Foggy Dew,” for you to chill out to this morning.

Slainte, Lisa