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BEGINNING TO SEE THE LIGHT

Long, long ago in the Campbell Street house, I heard a song while sitting on my daddy’s lap. His feet were bouncing me up and down until my mom pulled us both up to dance with her. From then until now (and from the way it looks now, probably for all eternity), it is always her voice in my head when I hear this song.

I fell in love with jazz that day. Blue-grass rhythms and harmonies had probably been a part of my genes while I was being knit in my mother’s womb, then add a few spirituals from whatever choir she was singing in, and my preference in music was pretty much set for life.

“I never cared much for moonlit skies
I never wink back at fireflies
But now that the stars are in your eyes
I’m beginning to see the light”~Don George/Duke Ellington

A few years later – I discovered the deep power of vibration as William Warfield sang “Ol Man River” (one of the first songs I remember memorizing just out of love for singing it in the Campbell Street house)- the richness of George Gershwin’s Bess as she sang “Summertime” – the intricate harmonies of the 5th Dimension’s “The Declaration” – the dissonances of Earth, Wind and Fire’s “Fantasy” – the heart of Roberta Flack’s “Killing Me Softly” – the soul of all spirituals that chorally covered me in oh-so-many-choirs over a lifetime of singing.

“Every man has a place, in his heart there’s a space,
And the world can’t erase his fantasies
Take a ride in the sky, on our ship fantasii
All your dreams will come true, right away
And we will live together, until the twelfth of never
Our voices will ring forever, as one”~Earth, Wind and Fire

Today, I got to listen as my eldest daughter sang in a new choir. It is one of those unspoken blessings about living close to children we were blessed to raise. Sitting in an audience, swelling with pride as we watch them perform, and somehow – it never gets old. It never goes away. It never changes. Love, heart and soul circles through the music, into a new generation, into the Grands as they fidget in their seats, and into the mind of this elder as she pondered all these treasures clasped as tightly as possible in her hands.

“I must walk my lonesome valley,I got to walk it for myself, 
Nobody else can walk it for me,I got to walk it for myself…
Jesus walked his lonesome valley, He had to walk it for himself,
Nobody else could walk it for him,He had to walk it for himself.”~J.H. Cone

Journeys are individual. Yet – when those paths intersect, there is that possibility of being able to walk together for a short space of time, and today was just one of those blessed days. A day to listen as my youngest Grandson read an entire story to me for the first time while my youngest Granddaughter reached for my hand behind his back for a short minute or two. A day to watch the daughter sing for joy a song I have loved for ages. A day to hear the Grands shout across a big city parking lot, “Bye, Grandma” – not once but twice. A day to rejoice for being in the perfect place – at the perfect time – and looking up to see the Conductor of Life start the up-beat for “I’m Beginning to See the Light”.

“You did not chose Me, but I chose you and appointed you, to go bear fruit – fruit that will last.”~Jn 15:16   

JULY 4, 2017

“Appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions…”

“With a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence…”

Strong, powerful words. Words debated – crafted into sentences – layered into a one page document. A document that changed the world. A document that spoke to what was and what was to come. A document that speaks. If – – – we remember to listen.

I tend to think of my big choc labs as my protectors – and, in truth, I think they would be if push came to shove in a tough situation. However, when the 4th of July boomers started in our quirky little neighborhood a couple of nights back, they practically flew into my lap that was not nearly big enough – believe it or not – for the both of them.

After several calming words and hugs, they shook themselves a little and sat down. Ears back – eyes trained on the windows – but they remembered the words. The tone of the words. And – it allowed me a chance to sneak a peek out the windows.

While the boomers are always a nice treat, they aren’t my favorite part of the 4th of July. Even the family gatherings, picnics and Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture with canons doesn’t make the cut. My favorite part of the 4th of July is thinking about the Words that started it all.The WORD that inspired those men and women in 1776. The WORD that vibrates under our feet. The WORD that is the rocky foundation supporting our steps.

50 years back, America was struggling in a different way. I was a high school sophomore. My parents were worried. People debated. The world was starting to slide into the divide again. A couple years later when I was in college and riots closed campuses, the world was divided a little more. A popular music group put these words to music, and I hung them in my basement room.

Words that brought a bridge of peace over troubled waters.

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness…”

Today, Littlest found an article that revealed some background about the first printed copies of the Declaration of Independence. I had always wondered about the name printed at the bottom of the printed document (not the hand-written copies), but had never really searched it out. (Shame on me not being a thorough teacher) It was owned and operated by a woman. Mary Katherine Goodard. She lived powerful words. She wrote powerful words.

Words are the foundation of today”s celebration. Words crafted into sentences. Words layered into a document. Words that still can change the world. Words laid upon the foundation of the WORD in which they put their trust.

The WORD remains the foundation of this country – of this world – of all creation. We just have to remember: “We hold these truths to be self-evident…”

May Day

bible verse“Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We’re finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.” Neil Young of CSNY

Usually, I don’t take much notice of this time of year, But this year, it is as if I am reading Jane Roberts/Seth once again.  If you don’t remember that 70’s throwback, she basically channeled an entity named Seth that said all time is concurrent and constantly in motion.  Today it feels like that; where past and present are forming concentric circles with many layers of the same hatreds, chants and evil at its core. My heart aches as it did 45 years ago. and all I wanted was it to go away.  Instead, just like I did in 1970, I wait, read, watch and listen.OSU riots collage

(Above picture is hard to see, but I think  you get the point from the one headline)

“You shall not judge, lest you be judged. For with the judgment that you judge, you will be judged, and with the measure that you measure, it will be measured to you.” Matt 7:1-2 (ABPE)

In the spring of 1970, I often stood on the Oval of OSU waiting, debating with friends, listening, watching, reading whatever du jour literature was available. Sometimes it was the war – feminism – gay rights – abortion – racism – capitalism…(it was a long list of protests). The fact that even some of the names remain the same in today’s protests- although some have become the capitalists they once decried – others are still agitating from one city after another wherever they can find a crisis – gives rise to the memories that circle round and round.declaration of natural rights

(You might not be able to read this poster I made in 19970, but it was the Declation of Natural Rights)

“Why do you notice a chip that is in your brother’s eye, and you do not observe the plank that is in your own eye? Or how do you say to your brother, ‘Let me cast out the chip from your eye’, and behold, a plank is in your eye? Hypocrite! First cast out the plank from your eye, and then you will see to cast out the chip from your brother’s eye.” Matt 7:3-5

Parts of this Matthew 7 decorated my Norton Hall room at OSU. I had collages me - spring break 1970hanging everywhere, decorated with poetry, the WORD and news clippings. I think it was my way fo trying to sort all the categories of conflicting feelings and tumbling knowledge in order to find the wisdom in the chaos (although I’m pretty sure “that girl” who I was then would have laughed at that one – she probably thought it was just a “far out” thing to make her room “cool”.)

Shortly after May 4th, OSU closed for a week. We packed up and went home. Mom and Dad didn’t ask many questions except to say they trusted my judgement. Dad had already had two heart attacks, so I was quiet as well. We went to church on Sunday and a week later returned to campus. ID’s required. We pulled up to the street cloest to the dorm only to be greeted by a policeman who told us we would have to park a far distance away. Dad politely asked for directions and reached out to shake the man’s hand.

“Ask and it will be given to you, seek and you will find, knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it is opened.” Matt 7:7-8

spring 1970Only later, when I was brave enough to ask how dad managed that one, did I learn that there was something about the Marines and Masons revealed in a simple handshake that had the policeman putting a tag on our car so that we could actually drive right up to the dorm to unload. He also quoted a Bible verse to me. Matt 7:7 as we maurie casey and john evens 1970walked into the dorm. I went on to finish up my classes in good form, sang in a choir concert on my birthday, argued with my tenor boyfriend of the moment over the whole protest movement (he didn’t sing in the concert as an act of protest) and started reading a Taylor Caldwell book which was written in 1955: Your Sins and Mine. Little did I know that I would be re-reading that book 45 years later, and that the concentric circles would be gyrating faster and faster.

“If therefore you who are evil know to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in Heaven give good things to those who ask him?” Matt 7:11

(google image and personal photos)taylor caldwell

Corners

cancer_awareness_magnet“Loving big in new corners always grows a spirit in strength- perhaps not tangible strength, but a strength that would cause the spirit to continue to try.” Kara Tippetts

I love the way she phrases this. It feels as if life sometimes backs us into a corner. Ever noticed the idioms that refer to this…”backed myself into a corner”…”I turned the corner”…”they cornered me”… A lot of negative connotations in all of them.

Tippetts doesn’t use the “corner” negatively though. She recognizes the corner. She sees the angles all coming together to a point. Then…then she finds the wisdom in the darkest point of the corner. Kara Tippetts is a blogger and she is dying of cancer.

“When I am afraid, I put my trust in you.
In God, whose word I praise—
IN GOD I TRUST and am not afraid.
What can mere mortals do to me?” Ps 56:3-4

If you have time, and if you don’t mind a few tears crowding your eyes, her blog is humbling and illuminating. She is turning the corner between life and death. She is shining her light into one of the darkest corners our world has to offer and letting His LIGHT reflect on what she sees. An old 5th Dimension song comes to mind: “Of the angles and rhymes and the triangle lines, the feeling touching mine with time ” Sometimes, we need to look into the darkest corners, watch the angles, listen to the rhymes and remember to not be afraid — just trust God as our life song continues: “LOVE leads the lines of LOVE in circles and angles LOVE runs deep like a tunnel with a pendulum beat That touches the heart in many directions Moving the mind in silent reflection…”

http://www.mundanefaithfulness.com/2014/12/29/by-degrees-living-and-dying/