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Friday, March 31, 2023

Canticle: The Unravelling

A Video Intro

Canticle

https://youtu.be/3JS6YT2_jDo

And Then he drifted about- two nights, two days

---driven

By the surging waves , and heart looked

destruction

straight in the face.

But when the Dawn with her lovely braids brought

the third day into the world

The wind died down and a calm , clear and still,

descended.

- The Odyssey , Homer ( Translated by Daniel Mendelsohn)

The Inspiration :

( In Remembrance of all the children - who have tragically suffered injury and death

because of gun violence, especially those who were supposed to be safe in our schools...

.... and their families)

The Writing:

( There are no real words of understanding or true consolation. )

Canticle: The Unravelling

He said "You have your religion

And I have mine.

I'm praying really hard

And we're running out of time.

You say you're looking ahead

And me deep within,

Neither knowing how to let go

Or where we should begin."

The canons and dogma imprecise

The lines have been drawn

No peace or rest in paradise

Thoughts and prayers and no resolve for 6 more gone....

CODA:

[Did not the teacher chastise those who

place the innocents in harms way?

What is the greatest love one can give another?

Where will the children play? ]

- JF Sobecki

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The Poems and Such:

( Poetry etc Reflections on the inspiration)

The Peace of Wild Things - Wendell Berry ( G. Keillor)

https://youtu.be/hPKRdZ2RBPw

The Music:

(Musical reflections on the inspiration)

On the Turning Away - Virginia Gentlemen Choir

https://youtu.be/oAkHkgAZq0o

Who Will Speak - M. Haugen

https://youtu.be/7cfBWjltR0A

Where Will The Children Play - Yusuf (Cat Stevens)

https://youtu.be/FXRS968i_H8

One - U2 ( Songs of Surrender)

https://youtu.be/-9P-S7gBess

For your meditation if you desire:

Singing Bowl

https://youtu.be/HQ4LE2B96Is

amdg

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Another Day , Another Dream

…For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven

and do not return there but water the earth,

making it bring forth and sprout,

giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater,

so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth;

it shall not return to me empty,

but it shall accomplish that which I purpose,

and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it.

- Isaiah 55:10-11

…The Pilgrim heard a voice “I was riding on the Mayflower when he thought he spied the some land.” While in route to join the second one in the safe harbor of Mary-land he encountered other sheep on their Way with purpose and smiles. They spoke with great expectations after walking miles and miles. That son of immigrants dressed in white that some called the Pope of popes was riding to the city of love to rekindle it with hope. An inspiration, an imperfect example of what they all could be. Kissing babies, blessing searching souls for everyone to see. Even the Cerebus stood and saluted as he pleaded in their chambers. For that moment, that place, that time, everything, everyone stood still. No one owned the earth, as the wailing candidates were all trumped, hungry hearts were filled. All homeless refugees were welcomed. Those who didn’t believe and those who believed that they could never pray were relieved, as they too were included. For a moment pilgrims and pirates seemed just a little more at ease and the debates had ceased about who had been blessed the best.

Serenity and solemnity prevailed for those three sacred days and nights. When there was talk at all there was talk of peace and increased acts kindness and mercy. But when the word was out and that this saint was out of sight and headed back on his own holy ground, the throngs exhaled, turned their backs, returning to their lives, waved and said “ good luck!”

The pilgrim woke to feel the rain.

The Word – The Beatles (smartphones click n link)

https://youtu.be/il--BWceG18

Who Will Speak – Marty Haugen ( smartphones clik on link)

https://youtu.be/l6gXuowxEes

American Tune – Paul Simon ( Smartphones click on link )

https://youtu.be/VpTcLUDorRI

Blog post written and posted October 3 ,2015

amdg

Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam

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New Blog - Rain and Rivers Revisited: A Journey of a Lost Weekend

Well you may recall I have been working on a piece of fiction for a while now. It is still a work in progress. However, I decided

to release drafts of the first few episodes ( chapters.) Much of the work is completed but I am always cutting and editing.

http://rainandriversrevisited.blogspot.com/

It is difficult to release just pieces at a time as they are created as independent episodes they are also all parts of a larger piece (and picture .) I could share more but I am curious to read or hear your feedback.

I want to thank those friends and supporters who have already provided feedback ...and of course all the folks who have been following my Second Chance Dance Blog ( by the way that will continue.)

The material in the Blog is all copyrighted and cannot be reproduced in any form. Though, I welcome you to share the link and this blog with others .So please when you have a few minutes take a read and let me know what you think. I expect to be posting a series of subsequent episodes shortly.

Thanks....

News of Death

(This is for Coach)

Last night they came with news of death
not knowing what I would say.
I wanted to say,"The green wind is running through the fields making the grass lie flat."
I wanted to say,"The apple blossom flakes like ash covering the orchard wall."
I wanted to say,"the fish float belly up in the slow stream,stepping stones to the dead."

They asked if I would sleep that night,
I said I did not know.
For this loss I could not speak,the tongue lay idle in a great darkness,the heart was strangely open,the moon had gone,and it was then when I said, "He is no longer here"
that the night put its arms around me
and all the white stars turned bitter with grief.
- David Whyte

What Work is

We stand in the rain in a long line

waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work.

You know what work is--if you're

old enough to read this you know what

work is, although you may not do it.

Forget you. This is about waiting,

shifting from one foot to another.

Feeling the light rain falling like mist

into your hair, blurring your vision

until you think you see your own brother

ahead of you, maybe ten places.

You rub your glasses with your fingers,

and of course it's someone else's brother,

narrower across the shoulders than

yours but with the same sad slouch, the grin

that does not hide the stubbornness,

the sad refusal to give in to

rain, to the hours wasted waiting,

to the knowledge that somewhere ahead

a man is waiting who will say, "No,

we're not hiring today," for any

reason he wants. You love your brother,

now suddenly you can hardly stand

the love flooding you for your brother,

who's not beside you or behind or

ahead because he's home trying to

sleep off a miserable night shift

at Cadillac so he can get up

before noon to study his German.

Works eight hours a night so he can sing

Wagner, the opera you hate most,

the worst music ever invented.

How long has it been since you told him

you loved him, held his wide shoulders,

opened your eyes wide and said those words,

and maybe kissed his cheek? You've never

done something so simple, so obvious,

not because you're too young or too dumb,

not because you're jealous or even mean

or incapable of crying in

the presence of another man, no,

just because you don't know what work is.

Philip Levine

On Marriage - Kahil Gibran

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another, but make not a bond of love:Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loafSing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.And stand together yet not too near together:For the pillars of the temple stand apart,And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

A favorite "Journey" poem from a favorite poet

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.
-- Mary Oliver

Send or post one of your favorites! They can be lyrics to a song!

Playing For Change

Please see the current music video from "Playing for Change" at the bottom of this page. It is a movement. Enjoy!

"Playing for Change" is a multimedia movement created to inspire, connect, and bring peace to the world through music. The idea for this project arose from a common belief that music has the power to break down boundaries and overcome distances between people. No matter whether people come from different geographic, political, economic, spiritual or ideological backgrounds, music has the universal power to transcend and unite us as one human race. And with this truth firmly fixed in our minds, we set out to share it with the world

Fall in Love

“Nothing is more practical than finding God, that is, than falling in a love in a quite absolute, final way. What you are in love with, what seizes your imagination will affect everything. It will decide what will get you out of bed in the mornings, what you will do with your evenings, how you spend your weekends, what you read, who you know, what breaks your heart, and what amazes you with joy and gratitude. Fall in love, stay in love, and it will decide everything.” --- Pedro Arrupe SJ