Harmony: 1) the quality of forming a pleasing and consistent whole, 2) living together peacefully. *Credit: Collins Dictionary on-line
I am not a musical person, in fact my singing is pretty awful. But there is something that happens in church (or I suppose wherever groups of musically inclined people gather) when we are singing a simple melody and someone slides in with the harmony. It changes the whole feel of the music and it transports me into deeper levels of worship. Now, I am going to show my age and my weirdness in one sentence — The Osmonds do it too. They can be bubble-gum rocking away and boom! They hit that sweet spot where their voices meld and I become the human equivelent of goo.
If I didn’t lose you with the Osmonds reference . . . I want my life, home, and farm to be like that. A sweet spot of wholeness, where all the parts are working together and becoming more than just the sum of the parts.
I said before that harmony is like a talisman word for me. When I’ve got it right, it feels magical and miraculous. It is nearly tangible . . .almost like I can hold it. I suppose that is where the Greek telesma comes into play. It is a religious rite that I am striving to live. I see this on display at Canterbury Cathedral each morning. I love to tune in for morning prayer and in these days of COVID the dean has been doing Morning Prayer in different spots in the Cathedral gardens — he, his prayer book, his tea, a cat, chickens, and beautiful designed and tended gardens. It is like my own little abbey.
If harmony is my abbey, then simplicity, stability, and sustainability are my vows.
*All pictures have been taken by me using my iPhone 8 with no filters*