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When I think about the beauty of Christmas, one of the first things that comes to mind is the music.
I still remember every word and note of the Christmas album my parents played every year once the tree was up and decorated. As an adult, I was thrilled to find an old recording of the album...
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My husband “discovered” singer-songwriter Kate Campbell in 1997 after listening to a Southern Music CD included in Oxford American magazine. He bought her CD, Moonpie Dreams, and went to her concert two weeks later. He met her afterward, and that’s when he really became a life-long fan.
Through the years, he introduced her music to other friends and, when I came along, to me as well.
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The story is what drew us.
The show, Silent Night, is based on the Christmas Truce, a series of spontaneous cease-fires along the Western front in World War I around Christmas 1914.
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My husband and I have both been drawn to theater for years. I took some theater history classes in college, and he performed in a handful of community productions. We met when a big group of friends went to a play and then dinner afterward. When we married two years later, we merged our lives, our households, and our season tickets to the theater.
Here are a few reasons why I love theater and you might too:
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On the wall across from my desk hangs a painting of a young woman with long red hair. She's wearing a blue hat with yellow-orange flowers lining the band. Her heart-shaped face has rosy cheeks and dark red lips forming a tiny smile. Her eyes are closed.
Where is she? What is she doing?
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The Arts Center a few miles from our house holds a pottery sale every year in the spring and fall. My husband and I go every fall, often with an eye toward Christmas shopping. Bowls and cups of every shape and size, created by instructors and students, are offered for sale at very reasonable prices.
They're almost too reasonable, because we always bring home a piece or two.
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Sometimes seeking beauty can be a little inconvenient. And last Thursday evening, it was so worth it.
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Our family spent a breezy fall afternoon wandering in paradise—Howard Finster’s Paradise Garden in Summerville, Georgia. Finster, a self-proclaimed “Man of Visions”, was a folk artist, self-taught and highly dedicated to his calling.
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