loreena mckennit e de vina

this blessed woman's songs make me think of my life when it was good... make me think of something indeffinite, fuzzy and not entirely translatable into visual or tactile concepts, someone else's life altogether. she makes me think of christmas, for instance, though none of my christmases have ever actually felt like that. so i sit and ponder, is that how christmas is supposed to feel, how someone else has felt it, and if so who and how do i know? or is it how someone else dreams of perceiving christmas? we sleep and dream of dogs who dream of us dreaming of dogs...