So today I spent another four hours dealing with my air conditioner problem. I’m one blog post away from making myself a stiff gin and tonic so forgive me for making this not only a delayed post but a short one. Forgive me, too, for this sweet but dippy video. I was absolutely set on having a recording of Bryn Terfel, the marvelous Welsh opera singer, and this was the only video that had that recording. (Though you do get to learn little interesting factoids about Wales, such as Wales is filled with “amazing Welsh spirit.” Better bet than Belgium for locating Welsh spirit, I suppose. Or England, for that matter. Though maybe England has “mediocre Welsh spirit.” …I sense I’m going off-topic.)
I figured this delightful Welsh hymn was appropriate, given I’m not, in fact, asking for a luxurious life. Just a habitable dwelling. Which will give me a happy heart. I’m guessing the G&T will deal with the honest and pure business. Let’s find out.
I don’t ask for a luxurious life,
the world’s gold or its fine pearls,
I ask for a happy heart,
an honest heart, a pure heart.
- A pure heart full of goodness
- Is fairer than the pretty lily,
- None but a pure heart can sing,
- Sing in the day and sing in the night.
If I wished for worldly wealth,
It would swiftly go to seed;
The riches of a virtuous, pure heart
Will bear eternal profit.
Evening and morning, my wish
Rising to heaven on the wing of song
For God, for the sake of my Saviour,
To give me a pure heart.