Author: cometsgirl

It’s time to hit the road once again for live music. I’m traveling to Fort Wayne, Indiana to see the Indigo Girls – along with Melissa Etheridge.

When I checked my bag this morning, the gentleman in charge asked me where I was going. When I mentioned the Indigo Girls, he seemed to know them. I’m to say hello. Well, okay, I’ll do it.

My traveling friend and I rendezvoused at the Atlanta airport for our flight to Fort Wayne.

Settling in at Delta Airline’s international lounge is a most pleasant way to spend a few hours.

The view of the busyness of airlines is something to see. I love watching the scurrying around of preparation for and then taking flight.

Seen on the drive to Atlanta this morning.

Yes, let’s.

Traveling mercies.

I returned home a week or so ago, after spending eight wonder-filled days in Taos, NM. You are invited to enjoy a photograph summary of my travel.

ALBUQUERQUE ARRIVAL

COFFEE TIME

Albuquerque International Sunport

ART

The two paintings above, were stolen 40 years ago. The FBI recovered earlier this year.

Opening Reception

TAOS FARMERS MARKET

CASA DE LAS ABUELAS

Just down the road from the casa, four llamas reside. Hilary, Stacey, Dawn, and Kamala. I’m happy to report there is a new resident, Alison.

MEALS

CONCERTS

Alison Krauss and Union Station

Eliza Gilkyson

SCENIC NORTHERN NEW MEXICO

ALBUQUERQUE DEPARTURE

I’ll return.

Traveling mercies.

On Sunday, my friend and I attended the 10:30am service at St. James Episcopal Church in Taos.

It’s a beautiful church.

A friend of mine died a few days ago. We’ve been parishioners at St. James (Clayton, GA) for many years. We worshipped together at the 8am service and enjoyed some church shenanigans. I will miss her.

Hope is deeper than despair, Thanks be to you, O God.

Let us go forth into the world, rejoicing in the power of the Spirit.

Words in italics are from St. James (Taos) Sunday service.

Travel to Taos this week was to see Alison Krauss and Union Square in concert. They are on their Arcadia tour across the US and Canada.

It’s lovely when you love the venue location so the concert weaves into an opportunity to stay awhile.

I really looked forward to this concert. I love their music. I love Alison’s voice and her way with a phrase.

The concert took place outdoors in the Kit Carson State Park in Taos.

We arrived early and marveled as the crowd grew larger and larger.

Food stands provided a variety of offerings, including…

Juices and…

Ice cream.

More substantial food options were offered, but I enjoyed watermelon lemonade; and a double cup of Mint Chocolate Chip and Cherry Ristra Piñon ice cream! Oh, and popcorn.

The MUSIC. The music was delicious. Delightful. People danced. And sang along.

The most exquisite music was at the end of the concert – the encore. The songs featured Alison. Her voice is perfect for the stories the songs told. Stories of God and of being in relationships with God and others. The harmonies gave depth to the lyrics.

It was soul searching, sorrowful and joyous. It was a feast for my heart, and for my soul. Deep and glorious.

Take My Life And Let Me Be, A Living Prayer, My God To Thee.

This Summer and Fall I’ll be out and about, enjoying live music.

First up is Alison Krauss and Union Station, performing in Taos, New Mexico.

It’s been a long time since I have seen them in person. Too long.

On Saturday evening my traveling friend and I will take our camp chair seats in Kit Carson Park.

But first… we’ll meet in Albuquerque and drive north to Santa Fe. The plan is to dine on blue corn enchiladas and then take in the exhibit Marsden Hartley: Adventurer in the Arts. It’s on display at the New Mexico Museum of Art.

Long an admirer of Hartley’s art, I’m really looking forward to seeing the exhibit.

I had an early morning today. Up at 3am, drove off to Atlanta at 4:15; boarded my flight at 8:15am.

Some odd sights as we began our descent to Albuquerque.

Now awaiting my friend,

We’ll grab a car, yeah, right…so many choices!

Eventually we will be on our way north.

Traveling mercies.

My precious Texas grandkids put together back-to-back field trips when I journeyed to Texas for a visit last week.

They planned visits to Ft. Worth Botanic Garden one day, and to Dallas Arboretum & Botanical Garden the next.

Did you notice anything in the names of the gardens?

Botanic. Botanical.

It seems both are acceptable, and there is no difference between them. Botanical was more common in 21st-century English, while Botanic was more common up to the 20th century, but has gradually faded out of use.

We began our 1st field trip to Ft. Worth Botanic Garden with liquid sustenance.

The gardens were beautiful. There was a playful sense because of the various figures seen around the paths.

Beauty around every turn.

We had a lovely few hours touring the grounds.Then it was time for burgers!

Perhaps we should have ordered a blooming onion.

Later we all gathered at the parent’s home for a Texas BBQ dinner. There is nothing like Texas BBQ with family!

Up early the next day, we once again began the day with liquid sustenance for the drive to Dallas.

The Dallas gardens felt more formal than those of Ft. Worth.

All the paths led to garden beauty.

Then it was time for pizza!

Georgia and Jack were wonderful companions for our nature walks. (Full disclosure – I availed myself of a wheelchair at each location for some of the walks. Jack pushed.) Time with these young people was a gift of their beauty.

A late afternoon treat to conclude the Spring grandkids tour. We will resume the tour in the Fall.

This mail was just delivered:

Thanks to Georgia for sharing her photographs.

Traveling mercies.

I’m headed to Texas this day. I’ll land at the Dallas/Ft.Worth airport; my lodging is in Keller with the parents; and I’ll see my granddaughter and grandson in Arlington where they live.

Actually, the plans they have made for my visit are fluid with respect to locale.

I’m struck with the kids having planned the visit. I’m delighted they have done so.

From…

…to

And of course…

I’ll be sharing meals with grandkids and parents for the next three days. I call that abundance.

“They feast on the abundance of your house; you give them drink from your river of delights.” Psalm 36:8

When navigating through security this morning, I was charmed by what I first thought was a sheep service animal In fact, it was a dog wearing Mary Jane shoes.

Off I go!

Traveling mercies.

The two largest islands in the Faroe Islands are Streymoy and Eysturoy. Each stretches way to the north, and then to the south. Each is defined by the fjords that border their east and west sides.

We spent a day driving up, across, down, back up, over and over on both islands.

We even detoured to Torshavn on Streymoy, to buy stamps at the post office since it would be closed the next day for Flag Day.

A surreal sunrise to begin the day.

Departure was before coffee shops and bakeries opened, which led to my barista talent in a small grocery store.

Then we were off on an adventure!

Every curve brought beauty.

And wonder.

And sheep of course.

Small towns find shelter in the curves

Narrow roads that seem to go on forever.

And fields turning green as Spring is upon the Faroes.

The vastness.

The vistas!!

I walked up this “trail”. A high point?

Oh, and more of these.

An invitation to continue on…

There is much lolling

Water falls are everywhere!

So are churches.

Waters of the fjords come in different shades of color.

And tunnels. Always tunnels.

From sunrise to sunset. A glory-filled day.

It was a great adventure. It was colď. It was blustery. It was the Faroe Islands!

This day, Sunday, April 27, 2025, the 2nd Sunday in Easter, we worshipped at Kaldbaks Kitrkja.

The drive to church was filled with the Faroe Islands version of waterfalls. After a good rain, water finds its way down through any crevice it can find.

We had a rainbow!

We pulled over quickly to see a glorious waterfall.

Not much further down the road. we arrived at the small, beautiful kitrkja.

Time for worship. Listening to the words both said and sung in Faroese.

Ida Lykke Kannuberg, prestur (pastor) led the service. She preached. I could make out the words – Jesus and Thomas. I knew today’s Gospel was about Thomas and Jesus.

We, well the congregation, sang the many hymns beautifully.

I knew the tune of the last hymn, 205. I could follow, but not pronounce the words, so I hummed along.

Afterwards we spoke with Prestur Ida and told her how wonderful the worship was. It was a real gift to me.

Across the road, a watchful sheep wishing us God speed.

Yesterday was Flag Day in the Faroe Islands.

Across the islands people flew the Faroese flag.

Flag Day in the Faroe Islands is an annual event on 25 April. It is a Public Holiday and it always includes parades, speeches, and brass music.

It marks the day when BBC announced that Faroese vessels should use their own flag Merkið when at sea. As BBC aired the news in several languages, the message reached all corners of the world.

The flag of the Faroe Islands is an offset cross, representing Christianity. It follows the traditions of other Nordic flags, such as the Dannebrog (Flag of Denmark).

The flag is called Merkið, meaning “the banner” or “the mark”. It was designed in 1919 by Jens Oliver Lisberg and other students in Copenhagen.

Merkið was first used for sporting events and other cultural gatherings.

The Faroese flag design includses the Nordic cross and the colours red, white, and blue. The red and blue are endemic in traditional Faroese clothing and consider the islands’ close connection to Iceland and Norway, whose flags also bear these colours. The white background symbolised waves breaking onto the Faroese shores.

We received a printout of road closures a few days prior to Flag Day. We journeyed south to the island of Sandoy for the day.

Upon arrival in Sandoy, I purchased a bag of 10 flags to install across the island.

Locals flocked to view.

I had great fun choosing places. Importantly, the flag had to be secure in the high winds.

From near and far they came to see.

Returning to Torshavn, we walked around a bit as the day with all its festivities was coming to a close.

It was a wonderful day to honor the flag and the people of the Faroe Islands.