Around the Peace Fountain at the
Cathedral of Saint John the Divine,
appear sculptures of animals.
While visiting the cathedral with Peter Tibi,
the penguins spoke to me.
If only they wore black and a variation of gold.
And came from Pittsburgh.
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This was taken during a Broadway street fair on October 9. With a crisp, coolness in the air, it seemed good to post now before the snow flies. Whether in restaurants or on the street, one finds an incredible diversity of food in New York. Some places offer many different options all by themselves.
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Bright city lights.
The Chrysler Building.
In real-time
and
reflected off the
Mission of India to the United Nations.
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Watching football, I found myself looking out the window where I spotted the moon across the way.
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Peter Tibi, from South Sudan, and I visited the Cathedral Church of St. John Divine. It has fascinated me ever since I learned of Madeleine L’Engle‘s connection with the place. Peter and I spent over an hour there. It will take many visits to experience all the cathedral offers.
I noticed two places in the cathedral where people had lit candles for people and situations in New York City and around the world. The glow warmed me. And challenged me.
Upon returning to the Shire on the Hudson, I lit a candle of my own: a candle for all those people, all those places, all those situations, all those circumstances for whom no candles have been lit. The candle burns not for who I know nor for what I know. It burns to remind me of those I do not know – those I forget – those I ignore.
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I had some Ben and Jerry‘s ice cream last night.
I did not pay close enough attention to what I purchased. Nor did I notice when I served it.
My first taste brought a delightful coffee flavor. I then checked the label: Coffee Heath Bar Crunch.
Reading the label more carefully I realized that the flavor derives from Fair Trade Certified™ coffee extract.
That got me to thinking: such ice cream must have negative calories, right?
If so, or if not – I recommend it highly!
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Grief compounds grief.
Each new loss, however profound or simple, touches old losses, however simple or profound, however raw or well-healed.
The losses need not be ours. When a family member – someone we love – even a friend – endures a loss, it sets the spider web of our emotions trembling. It touches our soul.
Each new loss tears at us, raking the scars and the scabs we carry – sometimes causing minor irritation – sometimes a bit of seepage – sometimes opening afresh old wounds – sometimes inflicting new ones.
Grief compounds grief.
I have shared that insight with family, parishioners and friends.
I have known that intellectually.
I have lived that.
Grief compounds grief.
In recent days, a number of my friends have experienced the death of dogs – faithful pets, beloved companions.
I have grieved for each friend – I grieved with each friend.
And in that grieving, I have come to realize – that I still grieve for Charley – who shared life with our family – who shared life with my brother’s family – for many years. On a pretty day at the end of April, Charley was put to sleep following a period of illness.
With a heart that aches for many reasons, I say to my friends who grieve the loss of a pet – peace. Peace be with you. Remember. Shed a tear. And rejoice.
Grief compounds grief.
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I had never been there before –
not that I have all that much experience,
but I do ride the subway regularly –
I have done so since I have been in New York.
I prefer it to the bus
or even a cab (unless I am carrying a lot of stuff).
So that’s kind of often,
yet not all that much,
but nowhere in those trips,
however many,
however few,
have I ever done
what I did today.
On a homeward journey,
I hurried down the steps in Grand Central
to find, sitting in the station, a number 3 train –
clearly about to depart,
nonetheless prepared to receive boarders.
I did. Into the lead car, I slipped.
The doors closed, and were caught
by a privileged child with his umbrella and a sneer.
They reopened and a number of travelers poured in.
They drove me, gently I admit,
but relentlessly drove,
to the front of the train. The very front.
Never having been there before,
a moment passed before I realized the view;
when I did, it grabbed me; I became entranced –
watching red, blue, green, white, yellow –
flashing colors of light,
girders blurring on the side,
the track disappearing under the train.
I moved closer to the window;
watching a fantastic world,
only tearing myself away
from the view at the front of the train
when I feared I would miss my stop.
Shire on the Hudson
17 October 2011
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This picture shows the handles from an exterior door of a church. It was taken on Saturday – that explains the locks. But still – are handles that resemble a badger or a wolverine or some other snarling creature with sharp teeth really all that welcoming?
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Contrasts
differences
diversity
expand us
enrich us
enlighten us.
Picture 1
Picture 2
They both fly.
Their colorings are similar.
I took both pictures on the same day
while standing in the same spot
waiting for the train
on the 125th Street subway station platform
From there the contrasts take over.
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