Tuesday, November 04, 2008
President-Elect Barack Obama ~ View from Germany
I can see it in their eyes when they talk to me. The impossible happens in your country, they say, with Obama in mind. They are talking now about America like they used to. Makes me proud. I walk down the street a bit more upright.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Flight from New York ~
As the plane taxied on the runway I thought I should be heading west, to Pennsylvania, Ohio and Indiana. But instead I was flying east, to a foreign country. Will that same moment of uncertainty return to me on my deathbed?
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Wedding on Long Island ~
Beach Party ~ Southampton
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Brooklyn Bridge ~
Just had to walk across that bridge. Stopped to read a plaque honoring its builder, John A. Roebling. He perfected the use of twisted steel cables, which made the bridge possible. He died from injuries while constructing it, his son Washington Augustus, a Union Lieutenant Colonel in the Civil War, came home from war and finished the project. These brilliant engineers came from my neck of the woods: Saxonburg, Pennsylvania.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
St. Patrick's Cathedral ~
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Penn Station ~
At five o'clock in the afternoon hordes of commuters swarm into Penn Station like bees into a hive.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Columbia University ~
While staying in New York we wanted to get up the Columbia, walk the campus, see the young students. Kind of a tribute to Thomas Merton. But couldn't manage to cram it into our schedule.
Wall Street ~
We sat out in front of the New York Stock Exchange and picniced on ham sandwiches. Tourists stood looking up at the columns and and would walk away, somberly pacing. The financial crisis had just staged a Black Tuesday.
St. Paul's Church ~ Financial District
Amid the skyscrapers, just a stone's throw from the Twin Towers I found this old church [1766] on Fulton Street. Overpowered by the achievements of architects and Man the Creator I walked inside and sat there for few moments feeling of my own lowliness. I felt like an empty church. But being there was somehow very consoling.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Central Park Frisbee ~
Stood in Central Park watching adults playing a new frisbee game. One team, like in football, flinging the disc to one another and advancing toward their goal, unless the opposite team intercepts and scores their own goal. Serious game played gracefully. Girls just as deft as the boys. Clean fun in New York.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Art Deco ~ New York
I was not aware that Art Deco was so prevalent in New York. Everywhere! Of course, the Chrysler Building. But in so many other public buildings, private dwellings, in decorations. While walking down 5th Avenue I happened upon The French Building and stepped inside to find this magnificent entryway and hall.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Grasping New York ~
To hear about New York is one thing, but to be here is quite another . . . as if in hearing, it is someone else's, but in being here, it becomes mine.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Sunday Service in New York ~
Went to an historical Episcopalian Church on Fifth Avenue for a Sunday service. A woman priest. Her sermon in English: a delight for my ears and heart. Afterwards I spoke with her. Call me Elizabeth, she said, and conversed in such a friendly way. She had recently received her Doctor of Divinity and had just been assigned to this church.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Henry Clay Frick ~ 1849-1919
Spent a lot of time in museums:the Guggenheim, MoMa, the Metropolitan. But the one that left the indelible mark was the Frick Collection on Fifth Avenue. I asked myself where Henry Clay Frick acquired his taste for the beauty of paintings and sculpture. He was a college dropout. His masterpiece collection is exhibited here in the serene and intimate rooms of his home. Frick comes to life here. It was as if I were standing there looking at beauty through his appreciative eyes.
After seeing the Frick Collection, viewing much of the collection at the MoMa was like reading comic books— trite and trivial.
The Frick Collection ~
This must have been one of Henry C. Frick's favorite paintings. He had it hanging in the hallway leading to his library. Just what did he see when he looked up at her?
Friday, September 12, 2008
Boat Tour ~
Friday morning to the pier on 42nd Street. A three hour boat tour around the island of Manhattan. Our guide, Tom Wurl, was extraordinary. Non-stop interesting information about what we were seeing, what buildings we were looking at, who lived there, history, architecture of New York, baseball-football stories, quoted poetry and sayings of important personages.When I later moved up to the front of the boat to look out, I saw him standing in a corner with a mike in his hand talking, inconspicuous.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Nine-Eleven, 2008 ~
Standing at Ground Zero before the huge empty abyss. I look up at the buildings edging the crater. They seem to be standing silent on this Nine-Eleven, still in mourning.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
With Friends ~
What a pleasure: to get an invitation to have supper with friends in New York. Poured down rain, caught a taxi to 114th Street near Columbia, had the best corn I've eaten in ages and spent the evening mainly in heated political discussion about the presidential candidates. I noticed a marked difference in my perception as to what was being said, hearing it coming from Americans. Coming from a living source, thus carrying more meaningful weight. From the distance, in Europe, all talk about America seems speculative and groping.
With New York Friends ~ Books
An interesting comment made about books: America doesn't have a national literary culture. About the only book that we have in common is the Bible and we use it as the key to all literature, art, to living. It is the book that offers us vision of the whole.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Breakfast ~ Central Park West
You went down five steps into a little shop run by an Turkish-American who had just bought the place. So polite and friendly. He would be toasting bagels and making pancakes for us for the rest of the week. Sat right by the counter and watched all types of people come in, most of whom just wanted the morning paper.
Monday, September 08, 2008
Central Park ~ The Great Hill
Just had to cross the street from our hotel and walk up the stairway entrance and I was in Central Park at the so-called Great Hill. On the flat circle at the top that Sunday morning at half past seven there were at least 50 people with their dogs and they had them chasing balls thrown in all directions.
What a spectacle: the sight of those dogs, legs extended, in flight . . . in the morning sunlight.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Central Park ~
The really forward looking men of New York were the ones who conceived of the idea to build Central Park. It is a veritable refuge, an escape into nature right there in the heart of New York.
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Arrival ~ New York
It was at sunset as we winged into New York flying in from the tip of Manhattan, up along Central Park and out to La Guardia.The sky was all ablaze in fiery red, and there were the tall buildings, lit up, as if they had come out to greet us.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Home Again ~
I first saw my country from the porthole of an airplane. Down where the ocean touches the land. . . and out beyond, the great expanse.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Autumn Leaves ~
Today I saw a cherry tree, almost bare already, as if daring winter to come, and coaxing it in.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Trust ~
Does the pilot who loses control of his aircraft remain calm until it crashes?
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Holy Old Monk ~
I said: I never see anything without seeing God in it.
He said: I never see anything but God.
He said: I never see anything but God.
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Easing Pain ~
He was old and bent over so badly that all he could see on his walks were the flowers along the path.
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Music ~ The Accidentals
As long as I am involved in the externals like tempo, rhythm, intonation, fingering etc. I am still miles away from the music itself.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Indirect Speech ~
In I Kings 3 I read that Samuel thought he was hearing the priest's voice when the Lord was calling to him. After hearing the voice a second time the priest told Samuel, if he would hear the it again, to say: speak on Lord for Thy servant is listening. What struck me was the indirect way the Lord took when He spoke. It is not dangerous, perhaps fatal, to think that the Lord might speak to me directly? How often I wait for His direct way and overlook the indirect completely.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
The Search ~
Oh God, my God — I come closer to You when I search with my heart rather than with my intellect. Oh, strengthen my heart.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Thursday, July 03, 2008
My Self ~
Why was I wearing a shirt, tie and jacket in the heat last Sunday when our choir was invited to sing in the cathedral in Freiburg, Germany. The others were in sport shirts, some in shorts. . . I wonder why I did that. I think Dad would have been dressed like that, and Grandpa and some people I looked up to and respected when I was a child. Now somehow it is in me, that bit of formality, that respect for our traditions, that wanting to carry on in the old footsteps.
Friday, June 27, 2008
European Soccer Championship ~
for three whole weeks of spectacular, exciting sport. And in Germany where they still refrain from flying their colors, flags start to apprear everywhere. The spirit churns and overflows. It were almost as if Pentecost were happening all over again.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Paradox ~
The old monk was telling me how bright light and complete darkness can exist simultaneously . . . and somehow I understood.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Waiting ~
During the year I look at this tree every time I pass remembering how it once blossomed. But now, for this sight I have learned to wait, one full year.
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Mother Theresa ~ Love Affair
She carried on a love affair with Christ. Later she complained that He had forgotten her completely. But she went on loving . . .
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Before Class ~
Oftentimes when I meet former students of mine they insist on reciting the prayer for me that we used to say in the morning before class:
Father, we thank Thee for the night,
and for the blessed morning light,
for rest and food and loving care,
and all that makes the world so fair.
Help us to do the things we should,
to be to others kind and good.
In all we do, in all we say,
to grow more loving every day.
Father, we thank Thee for the night,
and for the blessed morning light,
for rest and food and loving care,
and all that makes the world so fair.
Help us to do the things we should,
to be to others kind and good.
In all we do, in all we say,
to grow more loving every day.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
To be a Carthusian Monk ~
Watched a film entitled The Great Silence about Carthusian monks. I had once wanted to be one of them. All through the film I noticed that not one of them ever smiled.
With all that happiness inside, how can one help but smile?
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Sounds from on High ~
This morning as I walked across the fields I heard a lark up high, trilling. . . or was it Him?
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Love Affair ~
Glory be to the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost . . . words I prayed on the morning walk. I stopped and thought for a moment. Why, why all that formality? Aren't we on a much more intimate basis? It was like pushing Him off into the distance, losing Him in mystery.
Monday, May 05, 2008
Chance Meeting ~
A BMW sport convertible pulled up beside me and one of my old students jumped out. We chatted. He lit a cigarette. Yah, it was nice in your class, all those stories about Pennsylvania. And you really went light on us when passing out the grades. Yah, thanks. Leaving, he tossed off a wave and stepped hard on the gas.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
What words ~
What words are needed— to strike the chord? To say the meaningful?
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