The Boscobel House has quite a history, a story that is created year after year with memories like these of the annual Big Band Concert and Sunset Picnic. This was the 16th. The Big Band tradition started with the turn of the 21st century. Seems like a long time ago but it is really just a fraction of Boscobel’s 200 year life, two centuries!
The event rings out the end of Summer with a night of festivity for young and old.
Picnics with one the most wonderful Hudson River views.
The event is attended by a full and happy crowd, dining, dancing and enjoying the Big Band sounds.
This is just one of the many events held here that include the Summer season of the Hudson Valley Shakespeare Festival, tours of the house and garden, a wonderful tangle of paths that we have walked often. Frances Stevens Reese Woodland trail
If you drive 9D between Garrison and Cold Spring you will certainly have noticed the deep green signboard announcing the many seasonal events.
Boscobel House and Garden
We love Boscobel so much we named a cocktail in its honor. The Boscobel, a Fig Shrub Manhattan
Translated — Beautiful Music, Singing, Chapel & Sunset
What a beautiful Friday evening at The Chapel Restoration in Cold Spring. The sky, sunset so soft and comely, the historic chapel overlooking the river, and the beautiful voices and music of Bellissime, the duo of sisters Ania Butkiewicz and Gabriela Mikova Johnson.
Luscious piano accompaniment by Tania Vaneckova and lovely costume designs of Veronika Hindle.
The concert was performed at an over 150 year old chapel, originally known as Chapel of Our Lady, overlooking the river from a high perch. It was built in 1833 for those employed at the West Point Foundry in Cold Spring. it was designed by, a 19-year-old from England, Thomas Kelah Wharton. And created of “locally made red brick covered with stucco, the chapel was in the Greek Revival style, then in vogue. Its columns were of the Tuscan order, a simple, unfluted version of the Doric, whose supreme expression is the Parthenon in Athens.” Restored and preserved by Chapel Restoration, a nonprofit organization created to restore and maintain this landmark.
The chapel with its view of the river is completely uplifting while it immerses you in history.
The music delightful, like angels on the wing, joy, laughter and tears were abundant in the audience. Ania and Gabriela sang towering opera, show and popular tunes that stirred our soul and filled the chapel with a rapture of harmonious notes and vibrations.
A truly wonderful evening.
My friend Judy Becker read this moving poem after sitting in meditation together. I hope you enjoy it too.
The Weaver and the Loom
Sit here for a bit. Place yourself outside the frenzied pace of life.
Slow down long enough to appreciate birds in flight, water drops like prisms in the grass and countless shades of green.
Step off the fast track and listen to the sound of breath and birdsong.
Take a moment to just be, and in the being, know the whole of this creation,
mystery and madness, passion and profanity, know it all as one, stunning
Sit still and the thin line between sacred and profane simply fades away. There is nothing then to reconcile. All the disparate threads are woven on the loom of life.
Sit here for a bit and your unique place in the pattern becomes clear. Take the still point with you when it’s time to walk away.
Make the choice to see affinity, to watch the picture taking shape as thread joins thread.
Dare to be the weaver and the loom, creator and creation, the sower and the sown.
In a moment of stillness, all that came before is seen as one.
by Danna Faulds
Go In and In: Poems From the Heart of Yoga
i have been awoken.
with my eyes still closed.
by the rising sun
from an unknown island
where the grave of my saint lies
The rays of the the sun,
bows upon my spirit
leaving some kind of enthusiasm in me
like a rose left with a smile.
As i open my arrogant eyes
just to see a beautiful sun
rising from defeat
at a far distance where i could not touch.
i was statued like i was electrocuted
but a smile spread over my visage
just to experience a beautiful morning.
Solomon Bright Dankwa
The summer river:
although there is a bridge, my horse
goes through the water.
Masaoka Shiki, a poet, author, and literary critic in Meiji period Japan.
Masaoka Shiki was the pen-name of Masaoka Noboru (September 17, 1867 – September 19, 1902) born into a ‘middle class’ family and raised in the classical fashion. Shiki was a rebel in his mid teens. Although best known as one of the leaders of the Modern Haiku Movement, Shiki wrote in many styles of poetry and prose as an author, biographer and critic. He also wrote on reform of tanka poetry.
Some consider Shiki to be one of the four great haiku masters, the others being Matsuo Bashō, Yosa Buson, and Kobayashi Issa – Wikipedia & All Poetry
Paining Man on Horseback Crossing a Bridge by Ando Hiroshige (1797-1858) Japanese Artist