I went to a Christmas carolling concert yesterday evening, held in a small, beautiful church in Chamonix centre w great acoustics. It was organised by a grassroots activist organisation out of Massachusetts who actually take goods and care into Ukraine several times a year. A woman sang a haunting carol in Ukrainian, many songs were in English, French, a couple in Swedish and German, reflective of the diversity of Chamonix, and on several occasions (and even as I write this) I fought tears. My mother used to call this time of year “the season of the heart.” It’s true…
Victoria Jelinek 