What a gorgeous day I had yesterday! I slept in. No work on a Monday is great!
I met up with my girlfriend and we went to see the beautiful Cinderella. Yes, you heard correctly! Two plus 55-year-old women, with grown children and no grandchildren, went to see the movie Cinderella. It was gorgeous and lovely and magical and sigh ….. We were taken on a dreamy journey from the very first “When you wish upon a star” – straight back to our childhood Sunday evenings. Those Sundays and that song, signaled a family viewing of the wonders of Walt Disney’s Disneyland on TV.
Cinderella had us entranced from the very first scene, as we were transported back to our little girl dreams of finding our own Prince Charming. Now, I’m not really a sparkle and princess kinda girl but I loved it. Judging by the sighs coming from the seat beside me – so did my mate. We had a magical time of glass slippers and fairy godmothers and “Isn’t that Rose from Downton Abbey?” and “There’s the guy from Game of Thrones!” It was great! As was the catch up chat over lunch.
Later that evening, another great friend and her hubby took me to the most stunning church on the top of a hill – yes you guessed right, it was a Catholic church – with the most stunning night-time view, to hear the most stunning music. It was glorious!
Old Boys from St Laurence’s played guitars, in a choir of no voices but only strings, that had me entranced for the second time in a day. Then came a quartet of guitars playing JS Bach, that could only be described as exquisite. Next, the Community Choir sang with such beauty and spirit, that my friend tells me that we (her & I) will aim to be a part of that group next year ….. and I think I agreed!!! Lastly, the hour and a half of music ended with the Old Boys Choir! As the mother of 3 sons, I had completely forgotten how much I love to hear men sing! It was to die for and the Ave Maria brought tears to my eyes, as it floated back and forth between the divided groups at the front and the group at the back of that gorgeous church. What a blessing that evening of music was to my heart and spirit – and all for a free will offering that was going to a mission project in Asia.
With my heart overflowing with joy and music and beauty I was transported home where the love and gratefulness continued. BabyBoy, who has been staying with me for a while, decided to go on a late night Maccas run and we had some of the best fries we had eaten for ages! Apple pies ….. did I mention apple pies? Yum!