Ah Sweet Myster of Life...a Postcript

I have to add this postcript.  After I had finished the previous posting, I took a shower and then walked into the bedroom to get dressed.  I had left the door to the balcony open earlier when I'd made the bed with fresh clean sheets, and I went to close it, as it was past 5:00 and I assumed it was starting to get chilly.  But no, wonder of wonders, it was still warm and sunny and so inviting.  I haven't sat on my balcony since last Fall and I've sorely missed it.  I grabbed my boombox and my iPod and set them by the door facing out onto the balcony, grabbed my book and cushions for the chair, and ventured out.  I settled into the chair, closed my eyes as I heard the gentle refrains of the music coming from the iPod mixed with the harmonious chirpings of the birds, felt the sun's rays caress the back of my head and shoulders, and all I could think of was the refrain "Ah sweet mystery of life."  It just kept running through my mind as I settled into the ecstasy of the moment, feeling the sweet mystery of the joy I derive from living here.

When I came back inside, I googled the phrase - of course, it's Jeanette MacDonald's voice I was hearing in my head.  The song is from Victor Herbert's Naughty Marietta and the entire verse is:

Ah, sweet mystery of life at last I've found thee

Oh, at last I know the secret of it all
All the longing, seeking, striving, waiting, yearning
The idle hopes, and joy and burning tears that fall
For 'tis love and love alone the world is seeking
And ‘tis love and love alone I've waited for
And my heart has heard the answer to its calling
For it is love that rules for ever more

For me, it is the love and peace I've found here at my Carriage House.