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In keeping with our Carousel theme for this week, I wanted to feature a painting by Laurie Justus Pace, Escape of the Carousel.

 I don't usually feature abstract paintings, but I thought the technique lent itself well to the intensity of the carousel. The imagination of the rider, the unusual music, continuous, circular movement, not to mention the shouting people and sugary snacks, make for a very surreal experience which is captured in this piece.

Update:  We have been blessed with a comment from the artist!  Laurie Pace has pointed out that she has painted a series of carousel horses which you can see by clicking here.  Scroll down to see her various interpretations of the carousel horse.

Today's Music Monday celebrates the close of summer with the 1926 Carousel and 1915 Wurlitzer Band Organ at Kennywood Park in West Mifflin, PA. It's been 40 years since I've been there, but it brings back nice memories of times with friends. Enjoy, everyone!

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This week we listened to a Mass setting using the new translation, which will soon be implemented throughout the English speaking world.  Tuesday we looked at Morning Mist at Nagarkot by Scott Burdick.  Wednesday we read a poem by Emily Dickinson.

I also wrote a piece about keeping our oil lamps filled from a sermon I heard about the wise and foolish virgins.

I haven't done a Scripture Saturday in quite a while and was inspired to do one today.

The Gospel reading for Mass on Friday was the parable of the wise and foolish virgins.  I never fully understood that one.  Why would Jesus not want the wise virgins to share?  It never completely made sense to me until it was explained today.

The oil in the lamp represents our faith.  We are each responsible for "filling" our own "lamp".  No one else can do it for us.  This is why we need an adult faith and can not continue to ride on the coat tails, so to speak, of our family's faith.

In this difficult world, when we are constantly bombarded with anti-Christian messages, we desperately need to make sure our lamps of faith are filled.  We can NOT rely on doing the minimum, or worse, rely on someone else's faith--either our parents', spouse's, priest's, or anyone else's.  We are each responsible for making sure our lamps are filled with the "oil of gladness"  (Hebrews 1:9).  We have been confirmed and have received the Holy Spirit who can pour out God's healing oil on us to keep our lamps of faith filled to the brim.  This is the oil of joy--the joy that should fill our spirit because it is a free gift from God.

Emily Dickinson is one of my favorite poets. I read this poem on Poets United and wanted to share.

This seems to speak of the transience of the poetic and the attempt on the part of the poet to harness that.

To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie—
True Poems flee—-

Today's work of art is Morning Mist of Nagarkot by Scott Burdick.  This shows beautifully the all-encompassing mist that hangs in the air, only to be burned off when the sun later shines.

The colors are muted by the blueish white mist and makes us feel we can reach out and touch the quiet as the workers pick the harvest.

As my parish, and all English-speaking parishes throughout the world, prepare to implement the new Mass translation, I thought I'd post an example of the new Mass setting for Music Monday.

This one is the Mass of Saint Gregory the Great by Luke Mayernik. Our diocese has asked all parishes to become familiar with this (and one other--the Mass of St. Francis Xavier Cabrini) setting. Our parish won't be using it initially, but may introduce it around Christmas 2012.

The setting I'm planning to use, by the way, is the Sing Praise and Thanksgiving Mass, which isn't on YouTube, so I couldn't share it with you.

Notice the new English translation used here--new words in the Gloria, Holy Holy and  the Memorial Acclaimations.



Here are the new translations for the Gloria, Holy, Holy, and the Memorial Acclaimations with new words in bold.

Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace to people of good will.

We praise you, we bless you, we adore you, we glorify you, we give you thanks for your great glory, Lord God, heavenly King, O God, almighty Father.

Lord Jesus Christ,
Only Begotten Son,
Lord God, Lamb of God,
Son of the Father,
you take away the sins of the world, have mercy on us;
you take away the sins of the world, receive our prayer;

you are seated at the right hand of the Father, have mercy on us.

For you alone are the Holy One,
you alone are the Lord,
you alone are the Most High, Jesus Christ, with the Holy Spirit,
in the glory of God the Father. Amen.

Holy, Holy, Holy Lord God of hosts.
Heaven and earth are full of your glory.
Hosanna in the highest.
Blessed is he who comes
in the name of the Lord.
Hosanna in the highest.

A – We proclaim your death,
O Lord,
and profess your Resurrection
until you come again.

or B – When we eat this Bread
and drink this Cup,
we proclaim your death,
O Lord,
until you come again.

or C – Save us, Savior of the world,
for by your Cross
and Resurrection,
you have set us free.

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This week we looked at Old Roman Chant, an illuminated manuscript and a Poetic Recitation on the Rule of Saint Benedict.

I also wrote a post entitled Bad Times as a Gift from God about the lesson in these current bad times.

It occurred to me recently that the bad times we have all been experiencing are a gift from God. As a collective whole, our society has gotten to the point where many of us expect a certain lifestyle. This should not include anything we have not planned for--not emergencies, not setbacks and certainly not (unplanned) children.

It does not even occur to us any more to help each other and so many children are being raised without any knowledge of a Power higher than themselves. It is no wonder these children are now rioting throughout the "civilized" world for the latest toys. This is, apparently, what this generation considers "civil disobedience." I would suggest to them that they read up on Martin Luther King, Jr. and Mahatma Gandhi's philosophies and find out what civil disobedience is really all about.

I think this economy is a gift to us from God, frankly. We need some shaking up--our whole society does. Since we don't seem to appreciate what we've been given, it is being taken away so we learn to feed each other instead of sitting at the table with our too-long chop sticks starving because we don't see the option of sharing.

Today's poem is Poetic Recitation on the Rule of St. Benedict by Peter Menkin. It is quite short and read by the author. July 11th was the feast of St. Benedict, father of monastic Christianity.

This tiny and very old work of art is Saint Benedict from an illuminated manuscript.  These figures were drawn inside the initial letters of main pages of hand-copied bibles, Gospels, Psalters and Books of Hours. Sometimes these illustrations were drawn in the margins.

Copying these books was a tedious task, especially since artificial light was limited to candles and oil lamps.  In the early part of the Medieval period, the same monks who copied the text did the illuminating.  By the High Middle Ages, these jobs were separate and by the 15th century, some monasteries were paying artists outside to do this work.

I love how the artist has shown such emotion in this one little painting.  The saint holds his head in his hands in exasperation, perhaps, with the monks he is destined to lead, or perhaps, it is fatigue from the early morning Office he must get up to pray.

Even saints have difficult days!

This Old Roman chant is from the 6th century, when Saint Benedict of Nursia was living and being educated in Rome.   He soon fled the worldliness that he saw there to seek solitude.

You can hear how ancient this is!  Very, very like the eastern Christian chants, and much like other chants from that region as well.   Memorizing.  Modern music just doesn't compare to this.

Here are the lyrics and translation.

Tecum principium in die virtutis tuae in splendoribus sanctorum: ex utero ante leciferum genui te.

You shall have sovereignty in the day of your power
in the beauties of holiness:
you are my son, born before the morning star.

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This was quite a busy blogging week. Aside from our usual music (Polovtsian Dances)  art  (Ballet Class) and poetry (Children Learn What They Live), we prayed for London, watched a short film about a couple whose child has a disability (This is Faith) ,  and shared a recipe for making yogurt in the crockpot.

We also talked about what lessons God might be asking us to learn in this shaky economy (Gandhian Economics) and the War on Antidepressants.

• 8 C  milk (I used fat free) (Pasteurized is ok but NOT ultra-pasteurized)


• 1/2 C plain yogurt with live cultures


• 1/2 C of powdered milk


• vanilla


• 4 T. honey

1. Put 8 C milk in crockpot on low for 2.5 hours.  


2. Unplug crockpot.  Let milk sit for 3 hours. 


3. Scoop 2 cups of the warm milk into a small bowl and add: the live active-culture yogurt, powdered milk, vanilla and honey.  


4. Wisk together and pour into crockpot.  Stir. 


5. Put lid on crockpot and cover with a heavy bath towel to insulate. Let sit for 8 hours. 


6. Save 1/2 C for the next batch.


7. Blend in fruit to taste. 

This recipe is from here:

I added the powdered milk, vanilla and honey instead of the fruit called for at the suggestion of a commenter who said the fruit (and maybe the fat free milk) made it harder to solidify.  They suggested adding plain gelatin instead of the powdered milk, but I didn't have that on hand.  Save 1/2 cup to use in starting the next batch.

The consistency is great and I like the flavor.  Fruit can be added per serving.  I had it this morning over frozen berries.  My dh eats a lot of yogurt--so much that I can't keep enough in the house.  Hopefully this will help!

Therese Borchard writes a thought-provoking article on her blog, Beyond Blue entitled Are Puritans Behind the War on Antidepressants?  Borchard suffers from depression and has written three books on the subject.  She is also the associate editor at Psych Central where she also blogs.

Her premise here is that our country's Puritan heritage has caused us to look askance at psych meds, believing that we should "tough it out."  Underneath this belief, she says, is the idea that the depressed person is at fault and must endure God's punishment.  This attitude, of course, can be part of and fuel the depression itself--not the best way to kick it.

Christ spoke against the blame-the-victim mentality when he told the disciples regarding the man born blind that it was neither his sin nor his parents' that caused the man's blindness.  Nevertheless, this dangerous misconception continues in many religious circles even today.

Borchard points out that most of the anti-medication claims are either "groundless or simplistic".  I'll add that this tendency lends itself beautifully to most media articles on the subject.  People read (and write) in attention-grabbing headlines and fail to point out the scientific nuances in these studies that should color treatment decisions.

This article is an essential read for anyone who is touched by depression--their own or someone else's.

I've long thought that some basic things need to change about our society.  The current economic crisis is (perhaps God's way of) providing us the opportunity to begin to change the way we look at things, the way we spend money and the way we treat each other.

In his article Economic Crisis or Non-Violent Opportunity?, Michael Nagler asks the question: What is an economy for? Gandhi's vision, Nagler says is that

The real purpose of an economic system is to guarantee to every person in its circle the fundamentals of physical existence (food, clothing, shelter) and the tools of meaningful work so that they can get on with the business of living together and working out our common destiny.

Our economic system, fueled by intrusive, ubiquitous advertising, is based on buying things we don't need.  This does tend to fuel jobs, but, increasingly, they are overseas and do not fuel our economy at home.  Gandhi's idea is to have a local economy--one where producers and consumers are neighbors and have each others' best interests at heart.

The cornerstone of this philosophy is one of trusteeship.  If we look at our "possessions" as being held in trust rather than outright ownership, we can begin to divest ourselves of the innate selfishness that is part of our current consumer culture.

Jesus told us the parable of the rich fool.  (Luke 12: 16-21).  In it, the rich man decides to store (hoard?) his surplus grain instead of using it to feed the poor.  He makes grandiose plans for his future in light of his new-found riches.  God then says to him, "You fool!  This very night your life will be demanded back
from you and who will get what you have prepared for yourself?"

Nothing we have is really ours.  It is only on loan to us to use for the greater good of those among whom God has placed us.  Material goods are not given to us to hoard or use like an addictive drug.  If we each lived in godly simplicity, we would all be closer to the love of God which is a triune one of relationship with others.

This, and all hardships are allowed to come for the greater good.   That is how God works.  Lets try to learn the lessons we are meant to learn.

I remember being mesmerized by this poem when I first read it on the refrigerator of a neighbor.  It is called

Children Learn What They Live

If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.
If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.
If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.
If children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.
If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.
If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel envy.
If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.
If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.
If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.
If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.
If children live with acceptance, they learn to love.
If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.
If children live with recognition, they learn it is good to have a goal.
If children live with sharing, they learn generosity.
If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.
If children live with fairness, they learn justice.
If children live with kindness and consideration, they learn respect.
If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and in those about them.
If children live with friendliness, they learn the world is a nice place in which to live.

This is Degas' Ballet Class.  I loved the informal nature of this piece, with the mom in the front reading a newspaper and the dad in the background watching his daughter try out her ballet moves.  The whole thing is infused with yellow light pouring from the window and picked up by the sash on the dark-haired dancer.

British Prime Minister David Cameron has recalled Parliament from its vacation to deal with the severe rioting in London.

Let's pray hard for the people of England today and for peace in the streets there.

This is an indescribable and touching video.  It makes me ask, what is faith?  And, how can I have this couple's faith?  I think it is a matter of  throwing yourself at the feet of Jesus on the cross bringing your tears to Him.

This was grace - short film from Andrew Laparra on Vimeo.

This haunting piece is the "Gliding Dance of the Maidens," from the Polovtsian Dances by Alexander Borodin. The tune is also used for the song, "Stranger in Paradise from the musical Kismet (1953).

I woke up after having dreamed of listening to this piece the other day and decided it had to go in a Music Monday! I could even hear the double reed solo in my dream. (DH tells me it is English Horn).

As a child, my ballet teacher used this as the accompaniment to our "Swan Lake" dance.

Close your eyes and enjoy.

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This week, we talked about the song Blessings, and A Man and A Woman.  We also looked at the painting Shadows and one-line short poetry as well as Lucille Ball and Mother Teresa.

Today, 100 years ago,Lucille Désirée Ball was born.

She was a pioneer female comedian who wasn't afraid of using her physicality for a laugh.

She got her start as a model in 1929 and went onto radio before performing on Broadway and launching a movie career.  Her I Love Lucy television series launched in 1951.  It was the first scripted series ever to be filmed on 35mm film in front of a live audience.  This was done because Lucy needed a live audience to fuel her comedic energy.  Most shows at the time were filmed in front of one camera while Lucy's show had multiple cameras which allowed for sequential filming, like a play.

When Lucy became pregnant, they wrote the pregnancy onto the show.  Her character delivered "Little Ricky" the same night that Lucy delivered her child.    To give Lucy the postpartum rest she needed, they decided to rebroadcast earlier episodes, giving birth to the popular television rerun.

Paired with her husband, Desi Arnaz, she became one of the most influential women in Hollywood.

Her comedy was ground-breaking and paved the way for such great female comedians as Carol Burnett.

Happy 100 Lucy!

I am excited to share with you all the blog Monostich.  It highlights something I didn't know existed--one-line haiku!  They've got some great one-line ku over there.  Stop by, take a deep breath, and read a few.

Every once in a while, I come up with a one-line haiku and feel a bit guilty about it, but no more--I've written a monostich!

The latest one I've written that I thought lent itself to being a one-liner is this one:

I work well under the pressure of having a job. 

Nothing earth-shattering, but it seems I did stumble upon an actual poetic form!  Perfect for twittering, I think.

This painting is Ombres Portées by Emile Friant (1891) is a perfect accompaniment to yesterday's A Man and a Woman by Francis Lai.  Translated as Shadows, the darkness of the clothing and the shadows is juxtaposed with the white wall they are in front of.  The man looks at the woman pleadingly while the woman looks away.  A classic pose with a surprisingly modern touch.

This song by Francis Lai is called A Man and a Woman.  It's haunting melody evokes quiet nights dancing under a bright moon.  It brings back memories of my childhood when it played on the stereo in our living room.