“…… Magical, merry JOYLAND…
once you pass its portals, you may never return again.”
The sounds of that music echo from my childhood.
New York’s November & December programs on stage
were standard fare in our home. My sister and I put on our white gloves,
carried our little purses, and boarded the train to Grand Central
for the magic of illusion, accompanied by the adults.
Dears, that was many moons ago, yet is this not the season
for the very young?
Who could have said it better than this:
“My heart of silk
is filled with lights
with lost bells,
with lilies and bees.
I will go very far,
farther than these mountains,
farther than the oceans,
way up near the stars,
to ask Christ the Lord
to give back to me
the soul I had as a child,
matured by fairy tales,
with its hat of feathers
and its wooden sword.”
……………..FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA.
Hearing those words, who could not reclaim that
simplicity of childhood, matured, indeed, as it has through
the years and tears and tears to the fabric of belief.
Yes, Tinker Belle, I believe!
always with love,