Archive for April, 2007

Basso Profondo

April 16, 2007

Profound Bass. Indeed, I am really absorbed by this group from a monastery north of St Petersburg Russia. They are directed by Georgy Smirnov. “The choir emerges like the breath of God and rolls on in a vibrant acoustic that’s perfectly suited to the voices, which resonate as much in the solar plexus as in the ear.” I have never listened to a group that has such a commanding bass presence. In fact, I think that Boris, Viktor, and Yuri must be some of the only basses who have the ability to reach notes in those octaves and sound so good, unamplified. These are the names of the three basses who sing together on this recording.

I am carried away to other lands, other, times by the haunting Orthodox songs and Slavic folk melodies. I realize though that the men who are singing these songs are not removed from this world. They live within a Russian “world” in my time, surrounded by all the ancient traditions of the Orthodox church and by the deep commitment that they have made to a life of celibacy. They are monks. When I think about monks and I hear these men sing the liturgical songs, I cannot help but compare my life to theirs and consider what their existence must be like; as far as my imagination allows me to. They are men whom I really admire. Men of God. When I read what Paul says in I Corinthians 7:32 -34: “The unmarried man is anxious about the things of the Lord, how to please the Lord. But the married man is anxious about worldly things, how to please his wife, and his interests are divided.” I am impressed by the way that these men have “reserved” themselves for the sake of God’s service. I know that monasticism developed out of a mixture of things: desire to be in communion with God, the desire to earn a right standing before God by living in a “more right” way, and the desire to separate one’s self from all the things that are “worldly”/ physical and would draw us away from God; gnosticism. But despite the reasons in history for which monasticism arose, think with me for a while what the lives of these men must be like. This is my imagination. They live within cold, stone buildings in the northwestern part of Russia. An area of the world known for its high consumption of vodka, due to the bitter winters and addiction. Most recently the home of thousands, who will die from acute liver disease from tainted vodka sold on the black market. These monks live have committed their lives to the furtherance of the Kingdom of God. This is something that should motivate us all; their commitment to the call of God to all men. But I am a male too, and I can feel this amazing power that grips me and makes me want to follow in their steps. Some of the richness that a life like this must hold. Yet with that, I feel this huge sense of loneliness. It would be really lonely living in a monastery in northern Russia. It would be a really big commitment to make me let go of other possibilities. So, what I imagine is that their lifestyle calls these men to many hours of being before God and pouring out their hearts to him. Telling him of their need of him in their state of day to day living. Singing songs of worship and also of searching/ asking God to be with them. Also, the awareness of the state of the church; the flock. They must sing, I believe. The way they can express it all.  I am thinking.  I may write more.basso profondo

My sister revives the lambs

April 6, 2007

This is a picture of my sister, Hannah, reviving some chilled and forelorn little lambs in the sink.  I think that she is beautiful and that what she is doing is really powerful; nourishing life.  Probably part of the profound impact that it has on me is because Hannah is my sister and I am glad to see her doing this.  Hannah with the LambsI  see how all of her attention is focused on taking care of them and seeing them “pull through”.   It does my heart good to see sacrifice of time and the gift of love being lavished on something so helpless as a lamb.  Thank you, Hannah.

Tea -Black, Earl Grey

April 3, 2007

Withdrawing from Earl Grey
by Connie Regier

I’ve deprived myself of You
for over a month – I know it’s Zen
to have total mastery over cravings but
when I hold this potter’s mug in my hand
the delightful depth of you is missing
that smooth warm warm tingling in my palm, gone
the aroma of your blended fragrance no more
clear excursions
into amber darkness Oh, my mysterious opium
that total fix that keeps me lurching
through bleak mornings
I need you!

-I dedicate this to Papa.

Several Weeks

April 3, 2007

You know that despite the silence in “the nest”, a lot has been going on in these last couple/ several weeks.  We have been arranging things for the summer classes which will include both adult and children’s intensive classes for several weeks.  We have only been doing these kind of classes for a year at Gateway to English, so the whole undertaking is new and requires agressive planning and brainstorming.  Another part of our school life here is the monthly English night that has been limping towards greater acclaim and recognition.  This is a free, evening activity and discussion time that we offer once a month to students.  It gives them a chance to interact in English although the environment is not strictly a “classroom setting”.  This leaves room for more spontaneity, which usually develops into communication in Polish instead of English;)  But hey, it is not easy to be a really brave person and make a million mistakes in front of a “panel” of English teachers.  I think that students are a little reticent to come because of this, but the last couple of meetings have really been an improvement.  The group of Polish people is on the rise. We actually got some good feedback from the students saying that the experience and environment was “what we need” “the bomb” “Great”!  Those words are really encouraging for me, as a teacher, to hear.

Atlas, Racheal, Nathaniel, Shannon, and JoElla came over here to Poland for a surprise visit!  Les and I were wicked and found out about their plans about seven hours before they landed in Warszawa.  I must admit that we felt very smug; just a bit like I imagine Sir Aurthur Conan Doyle felt.  The mystery has been solved.  So, Les and I left for the airport at about six-thirty in the morning and our best guess paid off.  We met them at the terminal around 9:45.   It was so strange to meet them and to think about them planning the trip for so long, and we never knew about it!  Little rats:)  But I sure was happy to see them.