Is that a nun in your attic...?

The moving truck comes in one week. They do not pack attics. Today we spent hours vomiting the contents of our attic of dubious accessibility into...well, the rest of the house. I had no idea all that stuff was up there. I spent the rest of the day consolidating the piles of attic crap, and loading the jeep with donations to the thrift shop.

In the midst of it, I found a treasure.

Inside the jacket of a record (those big, round, shiny black things old people used to listen to in the dark ages prior to the invention of ipods) was a story about a nun in Brussels (whose singing was on the record). And tucked in behind the story were four little watercolors she painted. They are simple and lovely, economic in stroke of pen and brush. Precisely what one imagines a nun would do with ink and watercolor. The subjects are taken from her daily life: the beams inside the nave; the exterior of her church; a nun sitting at table, in prayer; another nun at work.

I am thoroughly charmed.

I cannot wait to reach my destination and have my little nun watercolors framed.

Wallet, watch, volt meter???

In my latest perusal of the Scotsman, I noticed the headline of this article and as I dearly love my own dog, it piqued my interest. Then, after reading it, my only thought was....

a passerby with a volt meter???? Really??? How in the fuck does THAT happen???

So, tell me: do you carry one in your handbag, or trouser pocket? Am I missing some trend in personal items carried about regularly of late? Do they come in fancy colors now, and should I knit myself a volt meter cosy?

I've not yet got one, so if you are looking for a gift idea, there's one for you. I'd like a small, yet easy to manage model, perhaps with a carabiner to attach it to my bag, and if I can synch it with my ipod, so much the better, thanks.

http://news.scotsman.com/scotland/Dog-dies--in-freak.4957343.jp

Would you stop?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnOPu0_YWhw

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule. A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theatre in Boston and the seats average $100.

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?

Dec. 16

Happy Birthday Dad.

Advent Anxiety

What has happened to this season? It used to be that the month of December was one of anticipation. We lit a new candle on the wreath every Sunday as we counted down the days on the advent calendar, looking forward to the Christmas eve midnight mass, when the Big White Candle was lit. And then, and only then, was it Advent no longer, but Christmas. It came in with the tiny whisper of a wick taking light, flaming in the silence of a darkened church.

Then, the hymns! Joyful, raucous, celebratory, Christmas hymns!!!

Where did all of that go?

I am overwhelmed with plastic-y, glaring, ostentatious capitalist seasonal mayhem. There is no God anywhere in it. Here there is credit card debt; demanding, spoilt children; overindulgent parents; and short tempers. No God. Not even any Christmas Spirit.

Christmas Spirit is something I lump in with the religious aspects of the holidays. By which I mean, the true purpose of Christmas, which is to be a little kinder, more forgiving, more generous than you are the rest of the year. Help a lady with her parcels; buy a homeless man a sandwich and give him a hug; call that cantankerous relative you dread dealing with; smile at people you pass on the street.

For a short time, once a year, is it so difficult to put aside your anger and impatience, and just enjoy your fellow citizens? Quit your incessant harping and griping about what is wrong in your life. Shut up and listen to the birds in the trees, the whoosh of snow sliding from the roof.

See what you've missed?

Rejoice in the knowledge that you are alive, and surely there are those in the world worse off than you.

Be thankful.
Be kind.
Be quiet.

Enjoy your advent season.

A feast for the senses

...wait for the 3 minute mark.

Il Divo cantando "Amazing Grace" para a gravação do novo DVD em 14 e 15 de setembro, na cidade de Pula na Croácia.

Here it is:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtrnB4FZ-yc

You're welcome. It's what I'm here for.

Thanks, kid.

Earlier today I was feeling very sad about Thanksgiving. It is a family holiday, and as I am one with no family, it depresses me a fair bit to listen to those around me growing excited about their holiday plans. I grew up with no extended family. Now I have two people remaining in this world who are related to me by blood. It's difficult to explain to people who always had grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins around that the Big Family Holiday is unknown to me.

Anyhow, so today I was feeling sad about that. Probably more than a little bitter. As I get every year. But this year I got called out by a 15-year-old girl.

The very bright and thoughtful daughter of my best friend sent me a message asking why I hated Thanksgiving. I explained my feelings, and she replied that she didn't like the holidays either.

However, rather than my bitter, self-absorbed reasoning, she told me that the holidays made her sad because they stressed her mom out, and she just wanted her mom to be happy.

I felt like a rat.

This kid has a great family, a happy life, everything a teenager could ask for. Her only thoughts this holiday season are for her mother's happiness. How selfish and hateful am I??

It hadn't occurred to me that her mom, my best friend, is enduring her own torturous Thanksgiving, and here sit I, whining about being alone.

We all have our holiday crosses to bear. Maybe there is a perfect family out there somewhere having a disneyesque season, but my guess is that for most of us, it's a trial to get through for another year.

Good luck with yours. And I will try to get through mine with a bit more grace.