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Absolve, O Lord, the souls of all the faithful departed from every bond of sin. And by the help of Thy grace may they be enabled to escape the avenging judgment. And enjoy the bliss of everlasting light.
Foggy morning in Alabama
Rudbeckia (false color composite image)
Aloysia virgata (sweet almond verbena) brought inside the other night to perfume my living room.
Bach English Suite in G minor BWV 808
Nondum (which means ‘not yet’)
NONDUM ‘Verily Thou art a God that hidest Thyself.’
ISAIAH xlv. 15
God, though to Thee our psalm we raise No answering voice comes from the skies; To Thee the trembling sinner prays But no forgiving voice replies; Our prayer seems lost in desert ways, Our hymn in the vast silence dies.
We see the glories of the earth But not the hand the wrought them all: Night to a myriad world gives birth, Yet like a lighted empty hall Where stands no host at door or hearth Vacant creation’s lamps appal.
We guess; we clothe Thee, unseen King, With attributes we deem are meet; Each in his own imagining Sets up a shadow in Thy seat; Yet know not how our gifts to bring, Where seek Thee with unsandalled feet.
And still th’unbroken silence broods While ages and while aeons run, As erst upon chaotic floods The Spirit hovered ere the sun Had called the seasons’ changeful moods And life’s first germs from death had won.
And still th’abysses infinite Surround the peak from which we gaze. Deep calls to deep, and blackest night Giddies the soul with blinding daze That dares to cast its searching sight On being’s dread and vacant maze.
And Thou art silent, whilst Thy world Contends about its many creeds And hosts confront with flags unfurled And zeal is flushed and pity bleeds And truth is heard, with tears impearled, A moaning voice among the reeds.
My hand upon my lips I lay; The breast’s desponding sob I quell; I move along life’s tomb-decked way And listen to the passing bell Summoning men from speechless day To death’s more silent, darker spell.
Oh! till Thou givest that sense beyond To show Thee that Thou art, and near, Let patience with her chastening wand Dispel the doubt and dry the tear; And lead me child-like by the hand If still in darkness not in fear.
Speak! whisper to my watching heart One word – as when a mother speaks Soft, when she sees her infant start, Till dimpled joy steals o’er its cheeks. Then, to behold Thee as Thou art, I’ll wait till morn eternal breaks.
-Gerard Manley Hopkins, S.J.
Today being the Feast of St. Thomas Aquinas on the new calendar, I have been thinking about the peculiar clarity that marks his theological work. The clarity seems to come partly from a sort of pur...
Another nice essay.
Today being the Feast of St. Thomas Aquinas on the new calendar, I have been thinking about the peculiar clarity that marks his theological work. The clarity seems to come partly from a sort of purity: a complete concentration on the object without any personal tint, like pure water that gives a clear reflection.
Are you surrounded by fools? Are you the only reasonable person around? Then maybe you’re the one with the jerkitude
Nice essay.
Picture the world through the eyes of the jerk. The line of people in the post office is a mass of unimportant fools; it’s a felt injustice that you must wait while they bumble with their requests. The flight attendant is not a potentially interesting person with her own cares and struggles but instead the most available face of a corporation that stupidly insists you shut your phone. Custodians and secretaries are lazy complainers who rightly get the scut work. The person who disagrees with you at the staff meeting is an idiot to be shot down. Entering a subway is an exercise in nudging past the dumb schmoes.
For you mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends
from Richard II
(Quoted in In Extremity: A Study of Gerard Manley Hopkins)
J.R.R Tolkien, looking at flowers.
Apparently people hated to go for walks with him because he would stop and look at every tree for like 20 minutes.
St. Nicholas “Lipensky” (Russian icon from Lipnya Church of St. Nicholas in Novgorod), XIII century.
Abba Antony said: “I saw all the snares of the enemy spread out over the world and I sighed wondering who could ever escape such snares. Then I heard a voice, saying to me: ‘Humility.’”
Great Falls
Domenico Zipoli, Sonatas on Cristofori fortepiano of 1720.
I love the voice of the earliest pianos, both light and rather gruff and subdued at the same time.
Russian stitch (2+2+2) in nalbinding, the most complex stitch I’ve learned so far. It takes me a long time, but at least the rows are high. This, a single row of stitches, is about as high as 5 knitted rows. There are some gorgeous effects you can do with this stitch (check out these mittens with ring decorations on this Finnish nalbinding blog), which is why I’m learning it. But the stitch itself is gorgeous, I think.
Nalbinding is like fabric made from Celtic knots.
Kneeling before our Lord (by Gonzague Bridault)