I know. I am a Muslima. What am I doing listening to French Christmas carols? I love the music, especially the old winter carols and tunes from medieval times. I love the English ones too. I love them all. They make me happy and take me away to distant shores where I can listen undisturbed to the harps and mandolins and flutes. If I believed in reincarnation, I would say that I must have been part of that time, I’m just that comfortable there. Of course, quantum physics would support that conclusion, since time is all relative. The past is now, the present is now, the future is now. So I guess I am just going back to an earlier time in the now.
I had an interesting morning. A man I have been friends with since we met in a language class have been texting each other for months. Our relationship has been of the brother-sister type, for I am quite a bit older than he. But there has always been a kind of chemistry between us, unspoken but still there. But today in our texting, it became apparent that there is something more serious, should we want that. So there was. Funny, he is very bothered about Ernie the dog–it’s a Muslim thing. I am okay with it because of the way I read the Qur’an. He relies on the hadiths which I believe are less valid than Allah’s word. An interesting morning.