Bree Mcdonough wrote: > <<Mags and Brian you guys are too much!! This is soooo wonderful!! How > lucky that the two of you met and were able to hit it off and discuss Joni. > Can life be better than this?!! I'm leaving town for a few days so I've > printed this out to take with me. More on this later......>> >
Dear Bree.... looking so forward to hearing your story..and thanks for the kind words about Brei..he is the love of my life. We are so lucky and blessed. Everything has led us to each other...our common threads are incredible....and with Joni so much a part of 'us' too...bonus!!!!! so much to look forward to!!!! love, Mags and Brei > > > > > >Brian and I are sitting here trying to figure out a > >way to articulate that moment, those feelings which > >were stirred up when we saw Joni walk across the stage > >in Toronto this past fall, knowing we were about to > >hear her play the piano for the first time in many, > >many years. > > > >I did a little piece of writing about it, albeit raw > >and rough, it comes closer to that moment than what I > >have been able to articulate thus far. I was > >sandwiched between my Brei and Steve Polifka in that > >darkened room, lights falling upon Joni's shoulders, > >as they should be. The audience was hushed and > >electric all at once. We knew..oh g-d we just knew we > >were about to witness something incredibly powerful > >and could barely contain ourselves. I am sure that all > >of our collective positive energy helped Joni to make > >that decision. Imagine our excitement about to burst > >like overfilled balloons when she asked us if she > >should play? A nice thought, I sincerely hope that > >Joni, beloved Joni did feel the love and admiration > >we have for her. A precious, special moment. > > > >******* > >close your eyes and remember > >remember that very first time you ever heard Joni > >it took your breathe away > >stopped you....no, deeper than that > >riveted you in your tracks > >you could not believe > >how a human voice could reach down > >so deep inside you > >touch your very soul > >you wondered who she was > >and where she came from > >and how she knew you > >oh yes > >she knew you > >from the way she sang > >from the way she touched those keys > >or strings with the tips of her fingers > >oh yes you knew > >in that moment > >you knew > >from the way her words > >gave voice to yours > >breaking your silence > >finally > >close your eyes and remember > >those angst filled days > >and how joni became the very thing that saved you > >****** > > > > > >It was a Sunday night many years ago now. I was > >working as a volunteer at the local telephone distress > >centre...doing what I love to do, help others through > >their problems. Walk inside my memory, go up that set > >of old wooden stairs at the back of this beautiful and > >ancient Anglican church in my home town. Find me > >sitting there, waiting for the phone to ring. As you > >listen with me to the local FM radio station...you > >hear DJ Terry Williams say he has something new to > >share. The chords break free and swirl around the room > >and your eyes fill with tears as you hear your 'self' > >within the words. Oh sweet memory. > > > >now tell me yours. > > > >Mags > >feeling the snow falling on cedars ;-) > > > > > >-- > >it's a miracle > >--- > > > > _~O > > / /\_, > > ___/\ > > /_ > > _________________________________________________________________ > Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. > http://www.hotmail.com -- And this loving is a drawing close, a tuning in, an opening. Until one perfect moment; but how can it be expressed? A receiving, an enfolding as I cradle you in my arms. Within my heart, within my soul, You are my true love. --Lui Collins --- _~O / /\_, ___/\ /_