If you would like to share some of your thoughts from the retreat, I would be more than happy to post it on here.
"It was a magical day and time... I think this will open up opportunities for us to build more community for our choir's future." -- Becky McKenna
"This was an incredible experience for me. Too many years have passed since my last choir experience. To be able to share the love I have for liturgical music with others is a life accomplishment. Try to think of a liturgy without it. I dare you." -- Ken Parsley
"Really. you're playing the wrong cord."
Before the retreat can even start, Steve (grey sweatshirt) is already asleep. He mistook the invitation that it was a sleep retreat.
Becky asking if anyone has any ideas.
Someone being accussed of having an idea.
Becky, of course, with great ideas!
"Okay, I'm only going to talk to you guys over here."
"Okay, I'll include you guys too."
Richard O. Buhler, S.J.
Trail down to the pond.
Pretty blue bird.
"Hold still you darn brownie."
Sue explains liturgical music theory to Aileen and the new girl. Sue forgot Aileen is an expert violinist and a musical genuis, she nods off and the new girl pretends she's in another room.
Once Aileen came to and the new girl split, the stairdown commenced!
What a wonderful veggie casserole. Compliments to the cook!
I spy... a guy with a camera.
"... bless the hands that have prepared this meal... let this meal fill our stomachs just as Jesus fills our soul." -- Excerpt from Ken's (P.) prayer.
A wonderful center piece.
Such great food.
Lisa filling her cup with ice but then with what... such a selection!
A British Beaver! (Sorry if I offend anyone who has English background with good teeth.)
In the spirit of Hitchcock.
No, this wasn't a fish story of the one that got away.
Or, maybe it was.
Thank you Fr. Rich for sharing your wisdom. And, for sharing how to get an "A" on a 40 page paper.
Before leaving for the day, Sue tried one last time to engage Aileen into some kind of liturgical music theological discussion. But Aileen laughed it off and headed quickly for the door.
Ding ding diinnggggg... time to go home!
