On the road to Louisville

Some slightly related and slightly random observations about today’s plane ride from New York to Louisville.

I arrived at LaGuardia’s Gate D6 to meet Joe, the enthusiastic … effervescent … maybe a bit manic gate attendant. He certainly was clear about who was in charge. Never once did he say, “Come to the desk about that.” Nor did he say, “Come see me with your question.” Always he said, “Come see Joe.” Moments of bonding.

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When the time came to board, Joe called for those with priority status first. No one moved. No one. I do not believe I have ever seen that. I wondered, “What do the frequent flyers know about this flight that I don’t?”

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On board the Delta flight, the flight attendant decided to imitate a Southwest airlines employee.

Flight attendant: Welcome aboard Delta flight 4065 to Hawai’i.Seatmate: Hawai’i?!? I packed wrong!
Me: No worries. They have stores in Hawai’i.

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Joe boarded the plane before we left. That I had seen – gate attendants walking down the jetway to speak to the passengers. But, remember, this was LaGuardia – a major airport in a world-class city. As a result, Joe had to go down 25 steps (he had told us how many), walk about fifty feet across the tarmac (he had told us how far), and climb six steps into the plane (you guessed it). A bit of a trek for us. A bit of a trek for Joe. But he made it. He took the microphone and thanked us and wished us well and told us he hoped to see us again soon. I felt like I was leaving my family’s house after Thanksgiving dinner.

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The flight attendant continued her efforts at humor. Whenever she asked someone to do something, she quickly pointed out, “I am not the flight attendant from Hell.” The first time she said it, I smiled weakly. Listening to the phrase again and again, I began to suspect that she might be the flight attendant from near Hell.

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An awkward moment came when the flight attendant asked the woman across the aisle if she modeled. The woman, and the man traveling with her, simply stared back. The flight attendant broke the silence. “I am serious.” I don’t know what effect she thought those words might have. The woman, and the man traveling with her, continued to stare back at her. Undaunted, the flight attendant proceeded to talk about all the famous people, models among them, she would meet in her work. The woman, and the man traveling with her, continued to stare in silence. I got off the plane before they did. They may stare still.

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I believe the experience put something of a restraint on the flight attendant. When she turned to serve me, she failed to ask about my modeling career. Her loss.

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Purple flowers: Guatemala

My friend Amanda Craft and I worked together for a several years with the Presbyterian Peacemaking Program. She left first, going to Guatemala as a mission co-worker with the IENPG (the National Evangelical Presbyterian Church of Guatemala) in women’s leadership development.

Amanda blogs about her ministry. Her reflection on the recent Lenten season focused on, among other things, the color purple. Acknowledging purple as the liturgical color for Lent, Amanda reflects about purple flowers – purple jacaranda blossoms actually:

The dried flower arrangements that adorn doorways are filled with purple flowers.  Howev450px-BlueJacarandaFlowerser, what I have not noticed before are the purple jacaranda blossoms.   Jacaranda trees are tall and large, and when the flowers are in bloom they pack the limbs as if they are leaves.  The flowers are small and delicate giving off a soft, sweet smell.  Guatemalans respect these seemingly insignificant blossoms for their medicinal properties.  Boiling the flowers in a tea is a natural alternative to calming microbial infections in the digestive system (a common problem in Guatemala).

The irony is not lost on me.  Here is a purple flower that has healing properties enjoying full bloom during a liturgical season focused on healing.  God has such an interesting was of speaking, no?  Jesus’ death is significant since it was a divine act meant to heal the many wrongs, shortcomings, and sins of the world.  I am reminded of this through a tiny tree blossom.  The power to heal does not have to come from something grandiose, but through delicate, small acts that have the capacity to transform.

With Amanda, I challenge myself to notice more small, healing, transforming acts.

The photograph was taken on 17th June 2004 by Stephen Lea in San Luis Obispo. It is found on the Wikimedia Commons under the terms of the GNU Free Documentation License.

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Second (again) chance

“But what about second chances?”

When her son posed that question, Grace Ji-Sun Kim reflected on the role of second chances in life:

Where would I be without second chances? Where would most of us be without second chances in life? Most of us are only where we are because we got second chances. People who experience serious accidents and survive are given second chances in life. When we think about our faith journey, isn’t that a second chance at life? Isn’t that the essence of God’s grace?

Specifically, Grace pondered the role of second chances in her life, particularly in terms of self-care. Her words resonated with me as I fail to do well at that.

I have tried. Over the years I have tried. I have had moments of success. And more moments of failures. Last fall I actually walked 1,000,000 steps over a three-month period. I ate everything in sight. But I did walk.

I have had momentary gains. False starts. Serious backsliding. I am way past a second chance – and even the fourth chance that Grace mentions.

But today … for some reason, I cannot name or explain … today seems a day to try again. I extend myself grace and start anew.

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Heading back for the first time

Soon I will begin one of my favorite pastimes. I will do the laundry.

When I finish, I will pack some of the recently laundered clothes and some others. The Trail beckons again.

This time it will lead me back to Louisville. I have gone there often. Each trip is unique. This one will certainly be.

I will not stay at the Shire. This condo served as home and haven from 2003. Many friends stayed there with me through the years. Since moving to New York, my wife and I have tried to sell the Shire. Earlier this year we succeeded.

Until the sale, I usually stayed at the Shire at least for part of the time when in Louisville. Once or twice, I stayed in a hotel for the sake of attending a meeting. Now I will stay in a hotel for the whole time period. And that will happen every time.

The world turns. Life changes. We go on.

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Remembering Clancy

Because of Clancy, I had the privilege to sing songs by Johann Sebastian Bach in the Thomaskirche (St. Thomas Church) in Leipzig where Bach had served as a cantor. This happened in January, 1974, when Leipzig was part of the German Democratic Republic.

Clarence Martin died on April 5. Of course, I have to say that I know of no one who called him Clarence. I knew him as Clancy. Everyone I knew did too.

Clancy taught in the music department at Westminster College for over forty years. He directed the choirs and served as the department chair. He started before I was born and he was there when I arrived and he remained there long after I graduated.

I freely acknowledge that I have limited musical skills. I enjoy singing and can carry a bit of a tune. I can’t hold my own when singing with strong singers. I end up on their parts.

During the time when I was there, Westminster had multiple choirs. I sang with one of the lower level choirs. Clancy was a warm, kind gracious man who always had time for students – no matter what one’s musical ability might be. He and Ray Ocock, the college organist and professor of organ, made a wonderful team. I have fond memories of talking with each of them – not only about music but about all dimensions of life – not only in the music department but anywhere we met on campus.

Clancy and Ray announced a choir tour of Europe for January, 1974. A few spots were available based, not only on musical ability, but on ability to pay. I applied and they chose me. Clancy spent some significant time working with some of the weaker singers. I was among them. We visited several countries, stayed with families, met great people, built and nurtured friendships, consumed massive quantities of alcohol, and sang in some amazing places.

His obituary notes that tours to Europe were among his fondest memories. Those tours, it says included performances in Westminster Abbey in London, Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris and St. Peter’s Cathedral in Rome.

I have many fond memories of my tour with Clancy. I did not sing in St. Peter’s, we did not go to Rome. We may have sung in Westminster Abbey or Notre Dame Cathedral.

What I remember most about the musical part of the tour is spontaneously forming rows and singing Bach in Leipzig. A truly holy moment.

Thanks, Clancy! Thank you God for Clancy.

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Purple flowers, Fourth Avenue Presbyterian Church 2

15 June 2012 Fourth Avenue Presbyterian Church (2)

Delicate purple needles
weave beauty.

Brooklyn, New York
15 June 2012

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You ran, Irene, you ran

Irene's Arm13.1 miles.

My friend Irene Pak, and her friend Abby Mohaupt, ran 13.1 miles today.

They call it the Santa Cruz half-marathon.

I call it a long, fricking way.

Irene ran in memory of our mutual friend Cindy Bolbach. Then, child of grace, she made the offer to others to provide her names of loved ones and she would run in their memory as well. She placed their names, temporarily, on her arm.

As  she ran, Irene raised money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. I contributed to the cause. It appears that you still can too.

Irene and AbbyI stand in amazement at this accomplishment – amazed not only by the feat of the feet, but by the beat of the hearts that gave of themselves in memory and in honor. I am grateful to Irene and Abby and all who give of themselves for others.

13.1 miles.

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Photos used by permission from Irene Pak.

 

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Ticket?

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I find myself wondering where this passenger’s ticket is kept.

Together we wait inside Washington’s Union Station.

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Death & love

Death struck

One called

One went

Together wept

Nothing more

Nothing less

Love

4 April 2013
Amtrak 185

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Why I like New York 29: The High Line

IMG_1208 (768x1024)A diverse community calls New York home. Interesting, unique opportunities lie around almost every corner.

The High Line is one of them. Located on Manhattan’s West Side, this public park is build on a freight rail  line elevated above the streets. The High Line runs from Gansevoort Street in the Meatpacking District to West 34th Street, between 10th & 11th Avenues.

A path follows the old tracks: sometimes on them, sometimes above them, sometimes beside them. Trees, grass, and flowers (watch for some purple flower photos in a few months – I am still catching up)  line the sides. Art shows up every now and then. The vibrant life of the city surrounds the path, enhancing the experience.

Several friends had recommended the High Line. Today, with Tricia, I finally followed their advice. I should have done so sooner. I will do so again.

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