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Day 305: "Pescador des Hombres" and the Dark Night of My Soul

I had a "dark night of the soul" last night.

I survived. And I am a better person for it.  I experienced the usual heart palpitations, insomnia, fears and tears. But then came prayer, deep breathing and peace. 

I did not get more than a few hours of sleep last night. So I was kind to myself this morning and got a nice morning nap.

I feel a little ragged, but rested and renewed.  And I stepped on the scale and have lost that pesky pound that I keep gaining! I am at 187.  Newly inspired to exercise more and eat less.

My lentil cabbage soup last night was a hit.  Low calorie, but packed with flavor!  And lots of veggies to boot! (Onions, cabbage, green papper, garlic, jalapeno, tomatoes and potatoes). I sauteed the vegetables in olive oil before adding them to the lentils in the crockpot for added flavor.  Most delicious!


Today my hymn of the day and stretching music is "Pescador de Hombres" (Lord, You Have Come to the Seashore). Words and music by Cesareo Gabarain. My favorite hymn ever!  I read years ago that it was also the favorite of Pope John Paul. 

I found this youtube video.  The lyrical Spanish touches my heart and the beautiful male vocals moves me to tears.


The translated lyrics are:

LORD, WHEN YOU CAME TO THE SEASHORE / PESCADOR DES HOMBRES

by Cesareo Gabarain
1. Lord, you have come to the seashore,
neither searching for the rich nor the wise,
desiring only that I should follow.
Refrain
O, Lord, with your eyes set upon me,
gently smiling, you have spoken my name;
all I longed for I have found by the water,
at your side, I will seek other shores.
2. Lord, see my goods, my possessions;
in my boat you find no power, no wealth.
Will you accept, then, my nets and labour?
3. Lord, take my hands and direct them.
Help me spend myself in seeking the lost,
returning love for the love you gave me.
4. Lord, as I drift on the waters,
be the resting place of my restless heart,
my life’s companion, my friend and refuge.





I have no more words today.  I will talk to you tomorrow.  I am just going to immerse myself in beautiful music, prayer, breathing and walking before I go teach my beloved piano students. 

Music is a balm for my soul.  

(Perhaps I should play this song next time a panic attack strikes.)

Happy Thursday!

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