Performing arts students at the University are pictured here getting ready for the Christmas The Fire Garden performance. Their outfits are hard to see but they dress up in these paper masks which are lit up and its great to see them pour so much energy into what they do. The picture doesn't do the scene justice and you might have to click on it to enlarge it and see there are people wearing them. But is not far gone five in the morning and I am dashing again to Winchester for the last day of teaching this year; and now we are also coming to the end of this blog sequence, at the end of a roller-coaster year. I don't have a huge amount of time because I have to drive, its five in the morning and the weather out there is shocking, so I think I will leave this post with hope - from Emily Dickinson:
Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
But let's not forget either, its the party season and this is just the job for the dancing, come on, up you get, this is my default, Desert Island Track for dancing days, kick off your shoes and... Tekere
