Thought for Today
“We take what we want and God sends the bill.”
Dr. Rhodes Boyston, MP,
Daily Telegraph,
February 20, 1979
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to you thought bank!
Saturday, May 16, 2020
May
16, 2020
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020
THE SONGS OF SONDHEIM
“The ache of isolation”;
“Agony”;
“Take Me to the World”; “Follies”;
“I’m losing my mind”; “Passion”;
“What More Do I Need?”; Company”;
“It Takes Two”; “Marry
Me a Little”;
“No One Is Alone”. Ever happen to you?
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020
These are words
taken from a
newspaper review
“For Sondheim’s
90th,
the Ache of Isolation, N.Y Times,
Arts, April 28, 2020. Pages C1, C6.
Arts, April 28, 2020. Pages C1, C6.
Friday, May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020
OOOOH! AHHHH! WOW!
A hawk – was practicing – some new moves.
I don’t think any other bird for miles around
was paying attention – and these were new
moves – new moves – and nobody was noticing.
If he was a Blue Angel, mind you, there would
have been “Oooh’s” and ‘Ah’s” and “Wow’s!
from the crowds below. Ever happen to you?
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020
Thursday, May 14, 2020
CEMETERY MOMENT
One spring morning, a lone
figure came
walking up a cemetery path
– looking like -
he was looking for - a
grave – obviously.
About 30 or 40 yards away
– under a tree
were two women, also visiting their dead –
looking to see where the
stranger was heading
The two women had never seen him here
before. The stranger was looking around,
but finally found the grave he was looking for.
The stranger – it was me – was at an almost
empty cemetery in Portland, Maine. I sat
down on the green grass – at that grave.
Time ticked on – till the two women walked
over to talk to the stranger. “Family? Friend?
We’ve never seen anyone visit this spot before?”
I said, “She’s my dad’s sister. I visited here -
maybe 30 years ago – and finally got back.
I’m on a cruise and our
ship is in the harbor.”
One woman read out loud
the name and
the numbers on the grey
granite tombstone.
“Sister M Matthias
Costello 1884 – 1913.”
I said, “She died long
before I was born. I
never knew her. I don’t
know anything about
her – other than she died
of TB at 29.”
Silence …. Then I added,
“She was like
Saint Matthias. All we know is he chose
Christ and Christ chose
him. That’s it.”
I told the two women my
dad’s two sisters
are buried here – also
nuns – and together
we found their graves –
and his brother as well.
Then they took me to their
husband’s graves,
who had died
recently, We said some prayers.
Then they took me down to the harbor and my boat.
May 14, 2020
MY CEMETERY
It’s not a fenced in green – filled
with grey granite gravestones,
or green Styrofoam discarded
wreathes and dead flowers.
It’s this mahogany wooden box –
filled with hundreds of memorial cards.
And instead of walking among the stones,
I let my fingers - my mind and my prayers -
do
the walking through the cards and the
lives of the people I have known and met.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020
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