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Not 'Santa Loucheeah' as the Neapolitan song goes, just Snt-Loosha ;)
(Panoramic still stitched from short video clip using the ICE tool)
About 8 years ago, I learned of my Swedish heritage, and recent events (and new friends) have inspired me to learn about said heritage.
According to legend, St. Lucia was an early-4th-century virgin martyr under the Diocletianic Persecution who brought food and aid to Christians hiding in the Roman catacombs. She wore a candle-lit wreath on her head to light her way and to leave her hands free to carry as much food as possible.
Natten går tunga fjät
rund gård och stuva;
kring jord, som sol förlät,
skuggorna ruva.
Då i vårt mörka hus,
stiger med tända ljus,
Sankta Lucia, Sankta Lucia.
Natten går stor och stum
nu hörs dess vingar
i alla tysta rum
sus som av vingar.
Se, på vår tröskel står
vitklädd med ljus i hår
Sankta Lucia, Sankta Lucia.
Mörkret ska flykta snart
ur jordens dalar
så hon ett underbart
ord till oss talar.
Dagen ska åter ny
stiga ur rosig sky
Sankta Lucia, Sankta Lucia.
(Engelska)
Night walks with a heavy step
Round yard and hearth,
As the sun departs from earth,
Shadows are brooding.
There in our dark house,
Walking with lit candles,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia!
Night walks grand, yet silent,
Now hear its gentle wings,
In every room so hushed,
Whispering like wings.
Look, at our threshold stands,
White-clad with light in her hair,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia!
Darkness shall take flight soon,
From earth’s valleys.
So she speaks a
Wonderful Word to us:
A new day will rise again
From the rosy sky…
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia!
during the first One-day International between West Indies Women and Pakistan Women on Friday, October 16, 2015 at the Beausejour Cricket Ground.
Photo by WICB Media/Randy Brooks of Brooks Latouche Photography
My favorite vacation room on earth. JD1 at Jade Mountain. Going to teach a workshop there this September. Want to come? bit.ly/jmsl2014