Another of the meditations I recieve occasionally is from Episcopal priest Barbara Crafton, who hangs out online at geraniumfarm.org. This piece resonated with our last discussion:
I have little patience
for people who go on about not listening to the news because it's "too
upsetting." Like we're not supposed to be upset, ever. I do not hold
with that: No, your pyramid of apples at the fruit stand should not be
upset. Neither should the cat upset your good crystal vase so that it
crashes to the floor and breaks into a thousand glittering shards. I
hope your toddler doesn't upset his glass of milk when you take him to a
restaurant.
But you and me? We
should be upset sometimes. We should become angry at injustice and
cruelty, angry enough to do something good about it, and we can't do
that if we do not allow ourselves even to hear about it.
And yet. And
yet...lately even I have found myself hiding from bad news in music. I
listen to the news in order to inform my prayer and invoke my
conscience. I read the newspaper. Then, when the sorrow and dread of
it becomes too heavy for me to bear, I turn to WQXR. There I hear the
voices of people who have honed their instruments to perfection for
years, performing music by the composers of ages past. And some newer
stuff, too - I'm broad-minded where music is concerned.
The night they caught
the Boston Marathon bombers, I listened to the radio all night. In and
out of a fitful sleep I drifted, as news of the MIT officer's death and
the elder brother's death came through my earphones, as the city of
Boston shut down, as a desperate young man - Why desperate? What on earth was going on with him? - stumbled wounded through the dark streets looking for - What? A place to hide? Someone else to kill? What?
The next day I knew it
had been too much. It was too much like the days following 9/11. I
was haunted by it and the terrible cloak of other memories it gathered
around itself, and "haunted" is not a good platform for helpful action
of any kind. Mad, sure. Sad, yes. But not haunted. When I got in the
car I ditched NPR and pressed the button for WQXR. Vaughan Williams'
"The Lark Ascending" greeted me, and I listened as I drove, arriving at
the church before it was over and sitting in the car until it was. I
thought I might just get through the day.
An active moral
balance is hard for me to achieve - me and a lot of people. I have no
desire to be a puddle of contentment with no goals in life beyond those
immediately connected with my own well-being. But I cannot be of use
if I allow myself to be buried alive in the anxieties and sorrows of the
world.
So then, music.
Morning prayer in a lingering way. A look around the garden, and at the
bird feeders. The news, too, and a renewed resolve to be an active part
of the good in this beautiful world.
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And you can listen to my WQXR online, if you like: www.wqxr.org.
Copyright © 2001-2013 Barbara Crafton - all rights reserved
So.... Die Fleidermaus is history and Garrett Boyte put in a fine performance as the much-maligned lawyer who kept getting booted out of scenes. Rosine Bowobda has completed her comps, I assume with flying colors!
St. Thomas’ Episcopal Church will hold its Back to the Bayou Fish Fry on Saturday, May 4, 2013 from 5:30 to 7:30 p.m. on their back patio. Tickets are $10 for adults and $5 for those under fifteen.
Back at the beginning of Lent, we decided to forgo food at our meetings during Lent in order to make a donation toward feeding hungry people locally. So, I calculated the average amount we had been spending from the Canterbury budget for food, and it was $17 per meeting.
