advent journal: adding to the soundtrack

Milton Brasher-Cunningham

23 Dec 2008 — 1 min read

I missed blogging yesterday because I missed everything yesterday. Sunday night late I started throwing up and realized, as the fun continued through the night and into the morning, that food poisoning. Somewhere in the middle of last night, I realized it was over. For the last two days I have done little more than think about me. Tonight, I turned to some music to turn my thoughts to the bigger picture.

The first is an Emmylou Harris song from her album

Light in the Stable

. The song is called, “There’s a Light.” The video is not hers and some of the images are a little over the top, but the song is amazing.

The second song if from my favorite new album this season, Melissa Etheridge’s

A New Thought for Christmas

. I’ve been humming it for a couple of weeks now.

The last song is one of my favorite renditions of one of my favorite Christmas songs: James Taylor singing “Go Tell It On The Mountain.” You know the words. Sing along.

Peace,
Milton

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