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Friday, November 22, 2013

The Beatitudes, Stained Glass, and The Gift of Plants: A Thanksgiving Reminder

Blessed are the poor in spirit for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are they that mourn for they will be comforted.
Weeping Willow-Mourning
Blessed are the meek for they will inherit the land.

Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for justice for they will be satisfied.
Coltsfoot-Justice shall be done

Blessed are the merciful for they will be shown mercy.

Blessed are the clean of heart for they will see God.
Water Lily-Purity of heart
Blessed are the peacemakers for they will be called children of God.

Blessed are they who suffer persecution for justices sake for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are you when men revile you and persecute you
and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account.

                                               Rejoice and be glad,
                                                                                             for your reward is great in heaven.

California prayin and dreamin


CCC 1716-1729

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Notes on Being Off The Rails in So Cal: Part 1 (maybe)

A sense of foreboding and disappointment hangs in the air as I start out on a two week exploration of Southern California.  Why? Simply because deep down I know that our supposed leaders in congress will fail to solve the federal government shutdown in the next several days so that I (and many, many others) can have the glorious opportunity to experience some of our nation’s finest natural treasures (i.e. National Parks and Forests).  The timing is poor, the wilderness hiking plans have derailed...time to re-think the whole bloody trip. First, let’s detour to the Santa Monica Pier and check out Way Over Yonder music festival (think Newport Folk Festival of the West). Picturesque views, temperatures in the upper 80’s, and a fine selection of cutting edge American music should at least sooth a broken heart, if only for a day or two.

Let me also reflect on airports, airplanes, and passengers; of being “alone” in the terminals observing all of the hustle and bustle of people movement. That constant motion that signifies both joy and anxiety in preparation for travel. I don’t particularly share Jim Morrison’s observation that “People are Strange”. On the contrary, I gather up and breathe in a million little details in the faces that I meet- the individuality and uniqueness that manifests itself in this particular landscape. I sense how important people’s lives are, how they are driven to communicate with their loved ones during these times of being “in the air, not on the road”. I also see vulnerability, awkwardness, and patience….security checks, no shoes, lap-tops out, belts off, hands up, polite scans and searches; it’s all kind of surreal.

Yet it’s also a part of God’s handiwork, a blessing and gift in two words – hopeful humanity.  

And there’s everyone on the plane imaginable sy425. All ethnicities and persuasions: punkers, executives, models,students, retirees. Airborne you see the immense beauty of the earth with its patchwork of colors, shapes, and textures. A remote sensory vision of tannish-brown Nebraskan foothills and deep red Colorado canyons where one feels the flow of creamy Nevada rivers, and one understands the minute growth of  grainy, desert green tree California mountains. All of it of course enveloped in a myriad vastness of cloud patterns whose shapes constantly change like a chameleon. Its earth, sun, and moon (well, not yet anyway).

This isn’t strange or being alone is it? 

Perhaps it’s a deep longing for fulfillment, a blind encouragement to recognize the inter-connectedness between us all. Better yet, it drives us toward an understanding of “walking” in the moment.  See Rebecca Solni – Wanderlust: A History ofWalking.  For AE. 

Oh, by the bye, it’s also the Feast Day for St. Francis of Assisi!

Psalm Prayer (Oct. 4th Vespers): Lord Jesus Christ, you have prepared a quiet place for us in your Father’s eternal home. Watch over our welfare on this perilous journey, shade us from the burning heat of day, and keep our lives free of evil until the end. 


Pending Federal Government budget deal.

Addendum: I'm sure glad that I spent all of those preparatory hours watching old 70's Calf crime drama on force-fed METV. I understand the west coast culture so better now... whatever. Still, Rockford Files had a slight edge over Cannon and I'm rockin in a Ford Focus at the moment.

Friday, September 20, 2013

For RM

You used to drift off while sitting in that cherished yet faded rocking chair. All white and born. I recognized the glow – that deep, meditative glance so characteristic of your kin. The stare outside, the Eyes focused on the peculiarities of each gifted oak leaf despite the grainy, rustic veil of Rusco window.  I imagined you dreamt about beauty and decay; the border between whispered wind and endless farm labor. You called it the days of spoiled and trouble.

I accept that empty chair now, its stillness nestled in the curved alcove of your widowed bedroom. I smile to myself remembering your pale and weathered face – a roadmap sketched with wrinkled depth.  A few spider webs near each eye.

Crickets, crick, crickety crick, the gentle rock of chair.
Crickets, crick, per-snickity, snit, the gentle rock of despair.

The rock and pace.

In these occupied evenings of banking and bottom line, I think about your way. Praise and disappointment. Never tell.
I'll sleep instead, dream of electricity pulsing through livestock and the precise moments when the cock will crow,
like a runaway train without a whistle
a ship sail without a compass
a black whale approaching its birthing ground all sensitive and quiet,
intensely quiet

Friday, August 9, 2013

What Attracts Our Hearts or Everything's Fine, Chin Up and Heave Away

Most of the time I let the urge sway in the breeze… but every once in a while I recognize (and acknowledge) the many passions which ebb and swell in my heart of hearts.  It's only recently that I confirm yet again the origin of a deep longing to know, love, and serve God. Amazing as it truly is - all desire and attraction originate in this little tiny soul garden whose voice I hear. But some of the time I'm convinced of being convicted, so thank you for being present and near. Let me never under-estimate the value of chemistry and prudence.  Now, in the most recent of moments, I'll sift through "magnetic, attractive feelings" and recognize what is meant for beautiful expression toward others, and what is meant for humble prayer. Pope Francis provides a nice reminder in his recent Angelus. ; >)   Thinking a lot about this lately.

"Melotte 15 in the Heart"

Love heart


Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Spirit on the Water

The never ending AmericanaramA jamboree made a stop in Duluth last night unveiling the diverse talents of four solid musical acts. Even with the unseasonably cool temperatures and soggy conditions, duluthians, guests, and fellow country neighbors were treated to well over five hours of first class music ranging from guitar rock stylings, folk, jazz, roots revival, swing, and of course, americana.  Despite the strange footnote which beckoned security to limit aficionados from taking even the cheapest of grainy and out-of-focus pictures, the evening turned out to be quite a success....

... the really interesting thing is that folks were introduced to new music and unfamiliar songs and arrangements, and unheard songs hmmmm, hmmmmmm, different tempo's and arrangements - something all together foreign perhaps.

But it was wonderful to observe the various generational and age groups interact. Most everyone enjoyed being connected in the most important of ways.

A complaint? It's a minor one for sure. Perhaps the promoters should consider having a female artist/band as part of the repertoire?


What's the recipe?
  1. A definitive sound mix.
  2. Talented artists.
  3. A picturesque landscape.
  4. A smaller than expected crowd.
  5. Short lines.

Thanks for coming Mr Dylan and friends, your welcome back anytime!

Richard Thompson's Electric Trio draws the crowd in. "Not bad for old people."

Relaxing the scene as the skies begin to clear.

Happy hour at Bayfront Park.

Ship approaching the harbor, Duluth's aerial lift bridge.

The view and temperature of Duluth so impressed frontman Jim James of My Morning Jacket that he pointed out, "It's beautiful here!"

My Morning Jacket display band chemistry! Very impressive performance. 

In the flannel section with My Morning Jacket.

Duluth skyline, anticipating Wilco.

Wilco mix it up with a few choice coversongs while sampling from their deep musical catalogue!  Via Chicago / Jesus, etc. / Dawned on Me / Less Than You Think / energized the crowd.

Wilco w/Richard Thompson.

Wilco, Low, and Richard Thompson reflect after an unrehearsed performance of Gordon Lightfoot's "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald". Cheers to our Canadian friends as well. 

Sunset over the bay, AmericanaramA in Duluth.

Anticipating Bobby and his Band!

Dylan commands attention.

A ghost-like figure. 

Infusion of jazz, roots, folk, rock, and country blues. 

Dylan showcases his piano and harmonica skills throughout the night. 

A jazzy, swing rock of a tune! More harmonica. 

The consummate song and dance man...

A 'Simple Twist of Fate' shines tonight!

Bob Dylan & His Band setlist:

Things Have Changed
Love Sick
High Water (For Charley Patton)
Soon After Midnight
Early Roman Kings
Tangled Up In Blue
Duquesne Whistle
She Belongs To Me
Beyond Here Lies Nothin'
A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
Blind Willie McTell
Simple Twist Of Fate
Summer Days
All Along The Watchtower
Blowin' In The Wind

Anchored down in Duluth town.


Richard Thompson's Electric Trio

My Morning Jacket


Bob Dylan

Concert Review

Minn Post Review

Star-Tribune Review

MN Brown

Perfect Duluth Day

Visit Duluth



Bob Dylan at Midway was like 'Ballad of Easy Rider'.

Wilco - Country Disappeared | A Take Away Show from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

A Waking Dream Tonight (Channeling a Nightmare)

Remembering Vichy,Paris

His clawing nausea and dawn of spring
remembers you,
not your black map cast easily amongst the lilies of the field,
when truly the moment is driven by photos which lead a frightened soul beyond blossoming

His news reins an impressive,
blossoming flat of endless, lifeless hallway words.
A dimension of ideas which closing cinemas betray,
like a lingering smell of foreign chapters and 
a traveling grey uniform
suggests anywhere but here
L'État Français.

Paris seldom disappoints when the familiar
voice yells
Come get it anyway!
The Vichy geek pity!
Let’s see what honesty is really made of!

A young woman’s journal is key:

“I cross these borders and tensions
everyday…I must change-it up,
several homes I see..."
Photo: Micheal Wallner

I'm yelling and crying my fare, 

imagining something concealed or constipated ready to meet
my border hotel of self-exile,
when a soothing voice speaks to me,
She cries with me...

Who's going to be a part of the strong times?
Who's going to be a part of the weak times?

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Fish in Spring Yellow

"The importance of clean water" Florida, 2013

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both...

Let's just cut to the chase. It's really about Robert Frost on mixed metaphors and quite possibly -'s my fish photo from Florida.

Maybe it's just the color of the sand. 

If we want to get ahead,
I might add,
we'll have to iron out the remaining bottlenecks.

When Dr. Gregory House (in the TV series House, M.D.) says, "I'm a night owl, Wilson's an early bird. We're different species," he's speaking metaphorically. When Dr. Cuddy replies, "Then move him into his own cage," she's extending House's bird metaphor--which he caps off with the remark, "Who'll clean the droppings from mine?"

Other important yellow resources: 

                                                                                                                    Spirit of the Beehive

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

A Post Earth Day Reminder

I'm willing to bet that many of our respected leaders (or the bloggerati for that matter) - whatever side of the community spectrum they gravitate toward - lack heartfelt knowledge regarding human population, the environment, and our treasured forest resources. And since Earth Day has come and gone, I'm simply taking this friendly moment to remind them of an age old Environmental Quiz developed by the University of Minnesota. Check it out here. Although it "ain't easy being green", it's never difficult to learn and grow. Find the answers here.

No peeking please.


 Faint hint of a whistle...


Saturday, April 6, 2013

Divine Mercy Sunday and the Cross

I truly hope and pray that you will take a moment to reflect on God's message for the second Sunday of Easter. Many parishes will be offering celebrations, along with the Sacrament of Reconciliation. To find a location in Minnesota near you, click here (scroll down to find the list) or here.

Abbey-Roads offers an alternative if your unable to attend in person.

Thumbing through various publications and books I have concerning Divine Mercy, I came across Pope Benedict XVI's address to the sick and suffering May 27, 2006 at the International Shrine of Divine Mercy in Lagiewniki, Poland. I find it to be particularly comforting and insightful: 

“On this occasion we encounter two mysteries: the mystery of human suffering and the mystery of Divine Mercy. At first sight these two mysteries seemed to be opposed to one another. But when we study them more deeply in the light of faith, we find that they are placed in reciprocal harmony through the mystery of the Cross of Christ. As Pope John Paul II said in this place: ‘The Cross is the most profound bowing down of the Divinity towards man… the Cross is like a touch of eternal love on the most painful wounds of humanity’s earthly existence (August 17th, 2002). Dear friends who are sick, who are marked by suffering in body or soul, you are most closely united to the Cross of Christ, and at the same time, you are the most eloquent witness of God’s mercy. Through you and through your suffering, he bows down toward humanity with love. You who say in silence: ‘Jesus I trust in you’,  teach us that there is no faith more profound, no hope more alive and no love more ardent than the faith, hope, and love of a person who in the midst of suffering places himself securely in God’s hands.” - Pope Benedict's Divine Mercy Mandate

May the Divine Mercy message continue to resonate throughout the world!

Danielle Rose sings "If I Touch Him" from the album I Thirst.

Eternal Father, I offer You the Body and Blood, Soul and Divinity of Your dearly beloved Son, Our Lord Jesus Christ, in atonement for our sins and those of the whole world.

Luke 18: 35-42.

The 1994 Polish film Faustina (with English subtitles).

Divine Mercy Resources: 

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Cloud Angel Shines

The cloud angel shines in Florida during the inauguration of Pope Francis. Oh happy day!
Photo: (Jodi G, Florida)

Sunday, February 3, 2013

The Other Great Match

The pounding and the yelling - it never stops. The SF tag continue their timeless rant above my dusty flat despite the obvious. I know, I know. Obviousness. I guess it's appropriate given the news that changes are on the way.
Party, party...... parting. 

Hey, wait a minute. I just thought of something. Can we recognize another football event? A superior worldview sporting glimpse of culture that includes both  men and women?

Nah, that would be to refined... let's stick to film. 

A random review captures the essence:

"As the Amazon Indians discuss where they can find a TV to see the game, one suggests they go up river to the mission to which another replies "we can't go to the mission - the preacher's an American. They don't watch football". It's true as an American I'm not much of a soccer fan, but the show really isn't about soccer. It is about the change (and possibly the end) of indigenous cultures around the world who are increasingly influenced by international television. Through the course of the movie we learn how each of these groups acquired a television and observe the hilarious ways in which it has influenced their culture. The Mongolians now only follow the power lines so they can tie in to power their TV - the desert tribe must travel for miles to reach the only 'tree' so they can hook up their antenna - the Amazon Indians can't catch any prey because the soccer fan in the back is calling out plays the whole hunt. In the first scene in Mongolia we see a breathtaking hunt with Eagles, then later in the show we see these magnificent birds ignominiously placed as goal posts for a family soccer match (and one gets beaned with the ball). The show is lighthearted and humorous, but most memorable is the fascinating insights into these cultures and the ingenious ways they are adapting to technology. It is funny, yet sad in a way. Most of all, we observe a touch of familiar humanity in these cultures, from the most remote parts of the world, as an international game brings us all together."


Wednesday, January 2, 2013

"The Last Night of the Year" Winner is...

Credit: E.F. Baker
Dear  Mr. E.F. Baker,

I am so pleased to inform you that your photo has been awarded first place winner in"The Last Night of the Year"  creativity in the arts program sponsored by Harbor Star. My sincerest thanks for such a unique and intriguing photograph! Unfortunately, due to limited time and resources, the prestigious ceremony and wealthy financial gifts have been postponed... indefinitely. Instead, I leave you with my humble praise and recognition (and I'm sure BC's too). I hope you enjoy a sampling of the principal interpretive comments and quotes concerning your award winning work.

In no particular order:

"...a balance of space in all four quadrants.What spatial connectivity... clearly a unified back and foreground image (an oak tree/grassland well past its bloom perhaps?)"

"Focus in, focus out."

"There is a botanical identification mind you..."

"Cool light brio, a bright color transition across a frosted landscape."

"A wolf-spider on frozen stalk...St. Michael the Archangel's holy sword -.aimed at, and crying holy, holy to the Lord!

"...a mysterious black figure, possibly Batman or Johnny Cash."

"I am the vine you are the branches."

" His bitter cold temperature named
agriculture...hardwood forest inclusions are important."

"Lived like a prince, now lives like a squire."

"Vultures are our friends...they purify the earth... they are God's necessary dark angels of bodily dissolution." - Margaret Atwood

"Bigger, brighter, and wider than snow.... and you finally found the courage to let it all go." - Robert Smith.

"Your old enough to know well, that better things are all up hill......there's a light, making its way, on up the mountain, night and day." Jakob Dylan

 "A peaceful frozen___________ on the eve."