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Taizé for Inauguration Day: Electric January the 20th

Today marks the final hours of one presidency and the first ones of another presidency.  It should strike no one as surprising that this is a day of joy for many Americans.

To mark this day of Electric January I contemplated a post or a link to something Presidential.  Political. American. Instead, I offer a link to a place of conteplation.

Media: Prayer and peace.

Location: The town of Taizé, France.  But you can get there by Internet.

How I found it & Reason for Sharing: Several years ago, when we were living in Snohomish, WA, we attended a beautiful service at St. John’s Episcopal church called ‘Taizé’.  In actuality it is not a type of service, but a service named after a town in France, where services are held by monks from all over the world.  The services themselves are held in many languages and truly unite us as Believers.

Below you will find the link to the Taizé page and also a link to one of the recent services, including readings and prayers in a variety of languages.

What I love: It is truly beautiful.  I hope you take a turn out of the very well-earned Pomp and Circumstance of today and listen to these other voices.

Click image for prayer.

Taize

 

Beautiful, loving, literary tribute to Ninagawa for Electric January the 15th

For a description of the Electric January Project, click here.

This is undeniably a LONG read, but once you start in, it may happen that you will love that it is long, because it means the beautiful, soft, humorous voice of the author will be in your mind and your thoughts for that much longer.

Media: Article

Location/Length: A lovely journal called ‘The Point’/About 15 pages

How I found it & Reason for Sharing: This is one of those articles I filed away in my ‘Good Stuff/To Read Later’ folder and recently pulled out for an examination.  I filed it, I am certain, when I was doing a course on Drama and Audience for my MA in English.  The course asked us to look at various interpretations and stagings of Shakespeare, from Classical Elizabethan to Leo DiCaprio to…Ninagawa.  

I share this because it’s a piece that really surprised me for its sleekness, honesty, and elegance.  I know very little about Japan, even less about Japanese theatre, but the author of this piece introduces us by leading us by the hand through the classroom and the streets of Tokyo to her experience. It is lovely, but mysteriously so.

What I love: There are lines that connect this article to Helena Bonham-Carter.  Those lines are obvious to those who wish to find them.

Let Them Misunderstand

Electric January 5th: Samuel Johnson’s Prayer

Click here for a description of the Electric Janury Project.

Electric January the 5th: Samuel Johnson’s Prayer

Media: Prayer (text)

Location/Length: Photo and text; 2 paragraphs

How I found it and Reason for Sharing: This prayer came into my possession and my life in 2016 when John and I were in London.  It is from the Dr Johnson’s House Museum, Gough Square, which is a most divine little London spot.  It is quite small, but it is perhaps my favourite of the London sights, along with Keats’ House in Hampstead.

My reason for sharing, besides it being a lovely prayer, is that it was handed out at the museum, free of charge.  I did purchase quite a few items at their little shop, but this prayer has been most meaningful.   A photograph of the prayer is below, but I have also typed out the prayer, in case the photograph is difficult to read. I have also linked to the Dr Johnson’s House Museum, below.

What I love: There are many reasons I love this, not least of which is that Samuel Johnson, the person, was just a riot.  He lived, wrote, and drank tea like the robust and hearty man he was, and he made no secret of his faith, which, in the time, was not always the case for men of note such as himself.  He also had ties to Derbyshire, the English county in which I currently reside and to which I have become quite attached, and the prayer is dated ‘Ashbourn Sept. 18, 1784.’  Not only is the place, Ashbourn, significant, as it is in the Derbyshire Dales, not 20 miles from us in Bakewell, but the date, Sept. 18, was my maternal grandmother’s birthday.  A beautiful date, indeed.

Samuel Johnson’s Prayer

Ashbourn Sept. 18, 1784

Almighty God, merciful Father, who art the Giver of all good, enable me to return thee due thanks for the continuance of my life, and for the great mercies of the last year, for relief from the diseases that afflicted me, and all the comforts and alleviations by which they were mitigated; and, O my gracious God, make me truly thankful for the call by which thou hast awakened my conscience and summoned me to Repentance.

Let not thy call, O Lord, be forgotten, or thy summons neglected, but let the residue of my life, whatever it shall be, be passed in true contrition, and diligent obedience. Let me repent of the sins of my past years, and so keep thy law for the time to come that when it shall be thy good pleasure to call me to another state, I may find mercy in they sight.  Let thy Holy Spirit support me in the hour of death, and, O Lord, grant me pardon in the day of Judgement, for the sake of Jesus Christ, our Lord.  Amen.

Samuel Johnson was also an AVID tea-drinker–consuming up to 20 cups at a single sitting! Thus, a teacup link. Click photo for link to the Museum Website–consider supporting the cause!

Pretty teacup

 

Florence, for National Poetry Month: My favorite

I don’t know why, but this may be my favorite of the poems I’ve written.

 

Basilica di San Lorenzo

 

Blind stone slats lacking filament and ore, AD 300

and something, another Medici commission

gone bad, and wasn’t this the one for Great Lorenzo?

 

Ipods stuffed into slouched bodies, we overhear them

comfort us in our hour, hear us, o Lord; the walking

tours pass by, a reverant hush, and we obliquely follow.

 

Tinny earbud now a dangling white hiccup, look up

and see, page 95 in the humanities book, rendered

by the Lippis, each pius Donatello, irrelevant.

 

 

Spoleto Style

Last year we went to Italy.  Our favorite city turned out to be…

Welcome to Spoleto!!

Most delightful Italian City you'll Never find in Rick Steves....

It had everything.  But unfortunately (or not?), it did not turn up in Rick Steves Italy.

Hm. No bother.  We managed quite fine without him.

John in the Golf.  Sweet. Go Volkswagen!!

Driving to Spoleto!!

Driving to Spoleto!!

Yes, the Autostrada, or whatever it is called, definitely called to John.

Outside the Cathedral.  Are they called that in Italy?

Look at me! There are flying nuns behind me! I heart Spoleto!

Me in front of the Santa Maria dell’Assunta.

I don’t think we actually called it that when we were there.

We simply referred to it as The Place with the Lippis.

The Lippis

What with all this glorious art....

All in a day's work

Is the camera on?

Naturally we were spellbound.

But that is not the whole story.

That one will take years to unwind, and when it is unwound, another decade to retell.

Buona notte!