Science arose from poetry... when times change the two can meet again on a higher level as friends.
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Hymn of Kassiani the Hymnographer
Since we just celebrated Pascha (Orthodox easter), I thought I'd post one of the hymns that is sung, mostly because it's so beautiful, but also because myself and the other woman who chants sang it this year. Because I've had Avi to take care of, I haven't been able to chant as often as I'd like to, and some ladies kindly took care of him for the first few services of Holy Week, I got to sing. It was a nice reminder of how beautiful the humnography is.
Hymn of Kassiani the Hymnographer
The woman who had fallen into many sins, perceiving Your divinity, O Lord, received the dignity of a myrrh-bearer, for with lamentation she brought fragrant myrrh to You before Your burial. And she cried: Woe is me, for love of sin and stings of lustful passion envelop me as the night, dark and moonless. As You cause the clouds to drop down the waters of the sea, accept the fountain of my tears. As by Your indescribable condescension You bowed down the heavens, so incline to the groaning of my heart. I shall kiss Your most pure feet and wipe them with the hair of my head, those same feet whose sound Eve heard at dusk in Paradise when she hid herself in fear. Who can count the multitude of my sins? Who can measure the depths of Your judgments, O Saviour of my soul? Do not turn away from me, Your servant, for You have immeasurable mercy.
The woman who had fallen into many sins, perceiving Your divinity, O Lord, received the dignity of a myrrh-bearer, for with lamentation she brought fragrant myrrh to You before Your burial. And she cried: Woe is me, for love of sin and stings of lustful passion envelop me as the night, dark and moonless. As You cause the clouds to drop down the waters of the sea, accept the fountain of my tears. As by Your indescribable condescension You bowed down the heavens, so incline to the groaning of my heart. I shall kiss Your most pure feet and wipe them with the hair of my head, those same feet whose sound Eve heard at dusk in Paradise when she hid herself in fear. Who can count the multitude of my sins? Who can measure the depths of Your judgments, O Saviour of my soul? Do not turn away from me, Your servant, for You have immeasurable mercy.
Some New Pics
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Some Pictures
So, I haven't uploaded any new pics onto the computer yet of Avi, but thought I'd start posting them here, as opposed to facebook, because I figure it's easier for family to see them and all that (and it's much quicker than sending them through email). Here are some old ones that I thought I'd put up of Avi.
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