Sunday, November 22, 2015

Saint Paul's in Harvard Square

St. Paul's in Harvard Square is my official off-island church home these days, and a couple of months ago, as part of a calendar project I was asked to help out with, I was turned loose with my camera in this magnificent church which is constructed of hand-carved marble, imported from Italy. The place is so massive and so spectacular that even after having spent three afternoons and many hours exploring, photographing, and viewing the columns and arches and porticoes from every angle, I felt as though I'd only scratched the surface.

St. Paul's is also home to a world renowned boys' choir school, directed by John Robinson. The boys chant the daily Mass and sing in a combined boys and men's choir on Sunday mornings. Heavenly (hint: run the recording while viewing the photos).

Once in Royal David's City


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Sunday, November 15, 2015

God is Near!

Good Morning, everybody - the thirty-third Sunday of Ordinary Time. Today's readings remind us that even in times of trial and tribulation, this seeming darkness is not the whole story. We are reminded to remain confident and hopeful because God is still in charge, very near, and he will never abandon us. Songs today at Windemere - 10:30, Ocean View Lounge; 11:15, Lagoon View Lounge. Sunday school at St. Andrew's in Edgartown starts at 9am. All are welcome to all of the above - come on along and "make a joyful noise to the Lord."


Sunday, October 18, 2015

How Can I Keep from Singing

Good crisp fall morning, the 29th Sunday of ordinary time. Today's readings remind us that the only true power comes from God and that he is trustworthy and merciful. Songs today at Windemere - Ocean View Lounge at 10:30; Lagoon View Lounge at 11:15. All are invited to come along and Make a Joyful noise and be of service to a most welcoming and appreciative group of folks. Lots of happy noise to be made also at Sunday school at St. Andrew's, Edgartown at 9am.

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Ubi Caritas

Good shining, crystalline morning, everybody, the 28th Sunday of Ordinary Time. Today's readings remind us that love and kindness are more important than our possessions. Songs today at Windemere: 10:30, Ocean View Lounge; 11:15, Lagoon View - singers of all ages all are welcome to come along and make a joyful noise. There will also be lots of happy noise going at St. Andrew's Sunday school, starting at 9:00. See you there - it's gonna be a great day.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Who Is the Greatest?

Good Sunday morning, everyone. 25th Sunday of Ordinary Time. Today's readings remind us that it is in our weakness that we are strong and that when we are caring for the weakest among us, we are closest to God. "And the last shall be first and the first shall be last..." Songs today at Windemere - at 1:30, Ocean View Lounge; 2:15, Lagoon View. Singers of all ages and abilities are invited to come along and Make a Joyful Noise. We will also be making lots of happy noise at St. Andrew's in Edgartown this morning at 10:00.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

I Will Walk in the Presence of the Lord

Good Sunday morning, everyone. Twenty-fourth Sunday of Ordinary Time. Today's readings remind us that God is especially present when times get tough. Songs today at Windemere - new schedule, starting today - at 1:30, Ocean View Lounge; 2:15, Lagoon View. Singers of all ages and abilities are invited to come along and Make a Joyful Noise. We will also be making lots of happy noise at St. Andrew's in Edgartown this morning at 10:00 at the first day of Sunday school.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Create in Me a Clean Heart

Greetings from the Vineyard on this, the 22nd Sunday of Ordinary time. Today's readings remind us that following God's Law, rather than hindering, brings freedom. Songs today at Windemere - 10:30, Ocean View Lounge; 11:15, Lagoon View. Singers of all ages and abilities are invited to come along and Make a Joyful Noise.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Your Words are Spirit and Life

Good Sunday morning, everybody - greetings from the Vineyard on this, the Twenty-first Sunday of ordinary time. "Master, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life." Songs today at Windemere: 10:30, Ocean View Lounge; 11:15, Lagoon View Lounge. Singers of all ages and abilities are invited to come along and Make a Joyful Noise in a most welcoming and appreciative setting.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Food for My Journey

Life certainly has its ups and downs and various challenges, that's for sure, some days more than others. One thing I've learned along the way is the importance of feeding myself, to take time out to create pleasure and seek joy, because let's face it, it's not usually joy that comes knocking on the door, so unless we create it, it might not happen. Making time for joy - or even simple pleasures - is especially important when the going gets tough - even though it is precisely during the challenging times that it is the most difficult to wade through the mire long enough to make a plan or even remember to do it.

Recently I fed myself with a trip to the mainland, combining an eye doctor appointment on the Cape with an overnight in Boston, a thirty nine hour sojourn that was filled with friends - both planned and impromptu - and music-playing and church and a most welcome change of scenery. I do miss living in Boston, desperately, but am grateful that the recent twelve years I spent in that city gave me a good enough grounding that when I do return, it's as if I'm coming home.


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Always a pleasure to play with Rose and Stu at The Tinker's Son in Norwell. On this night, Rose and I were the only fiddles so I had the honor of sitting next to her. Gotta say, the two fiddles sounded great together - Rose is a phenomenal player - way out of my league, that's for sure - and it was a blast to play with her; with everybody, really.

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Especially, as always, with Stu's banjo and brilliant guitar backing.

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A couple of the lads from Boston's Erin Og: Stephen on the left and Bobby on the right.

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Bobby

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Thursday in Cambridge was a sunny spring day - much welcomed after the prolonged snowy and cold winter that everyone thought would never end - so I wandered a bit. Zero Church Street.

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From Zero Church to Church Overflowing: St. Paul's Catholic Church, 
Mount Auburn Street.

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As usual, I only had time for a few quick impressions and this time only had one lens, the 50/1.4; plenty fast but lacking in width.

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The Easter season will take us right up to Pentecost.

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Faith, family, friends, and music - it ain't the Hoky Poky, but that's what it's all about.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Liturgy of the Hours


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Edgartown's town clock, two blocks from my home, visible from every east-facing window; an anchor of sorts.



On December 6, 2014 I wrote in my journal, "Okay, I've decided to start with the Daily Office 2X/day...We'll see where this leads.

I was skeptical at first, wondering if I'd have the discipline to stick to it, and I'll admit that in the beginning I found having my mornings and nights (I opted for 9am and 9pm) interrupted to be a little annoying and tried to get through each session as quickly as possible.

But almost three months later, I have to say: I have come to look forward to these scheduled appointments with God. In fact, as part of this year's Lenten practice, I have added 12:00 to my schedule.

The thing that's helped the most is my phone. My phone happens to have a great alarm app. I can set it up to ring at the same time every day (I've set it up to alert me ten minutes before prayer time; I hit snooze so I can come to a stopping point in whatever project I might be involved in), I can label the alarm (Morning Prayer, for example), and can choose the ring tone (I chose a gentle bell sound, such as one would hear in a monastery, perhaps). I've also got a Daily Office app on my phone (Laudate, which also has a lot other cool stuff). It's all very handy.

There are many reasons why I love praying the Daily Office.

For someone who would love to be at Daily Mass but does not have that option at the moment, it keeps me connected with the Church. At first I was lackadaisical about adhering to the exact times - the alarm would ring and I'd turn it off, finish whatever I was doing, and maybe a half hour - or more- later, would tend to the prayers. At some point I realized that if I prayed at the prescribed times, I was joining my prayers with every other clergy, religious, and lay person who happened to be praying at that time - world wide - so now I am much more strict about staying on schedule. And though I do occasionally miss a prayer, I have missed surprisingly few.

For a person who works mostly from home, whose day is largely unstructured, I find that being accountable to something 3x/day offers much needed structure and discipline in my life. Something to show up for. I work much better with deadlines and structure, I find. It's amazing, for example, how much I am able to accomplish in those ten minutes between the warning bell and prayer time.

The big thing, of course, is these prayer times - which consist of a hymn (for which I enjoy making up tunes) a few psalms, seasonal responses, and a short reading - are encounters, in poetic form, with our own humanity: our ups and downs, pleadings, lamentations, and celebrations; ultimately, these prayer times are actual, personal encounters with Christ. Not only do the psalms happen to be the prayers and songs he chanted in the temple when he walked the earth, but he is also the author of them. When I pray or sing the psalms, I am literally praying and singing his thoughts. And instead of rushing through, I have come to savor each session, often even thinking, "Oh, it's over already? That was fast."

I can actually feel the Daily Office transforming me. Instead of God's being an abstract thought in the back of my mind, God is concrete, in the forefront of my thinking; the words of the psalms and the discipline of showing up for the prayers slowly taking root and growing into better actions and better thinking and creating an armor against what often seems like an insane world. Interestingly, especially now that I'm praying 3x/day - analagous to three meals a day - praying the Daily Office is reminiscent of keeping kosher; the discipline and the way that following the dietary laws always made me feel connected to God in a tangible way.

This is just what the doctor ordered.


Wednesday, February 18, 2015

That Lonesome Valley

During last week's blizzard, fellow photographer/daughter and I ventured out for a walk, cell phone cameras in hand (foregoing the risk of taking the good gear out into the teeth of the booming snow gale), hoping to document the storm. We didn't get too far down Main Street due to the conditions being quite frankly treacherous and unsafe, but here's a photo that she managed to glean -  and post on her own blog, plus it made the local newspaper; a photo not unlike photos I've taken in the past, or even one I took that day of her from the opposite direction. I love this photo. I love the stark beauty: the snow cloud that envelopes the figure; the way the scarf wrapped around the subject's neck makes the hood of her coat look like a Russian hat, lending an overall old world quality to the image; the way the bottom of the long coat is swirling in the wind; the way she has framed the figure between the two poles and the overhead wires. I love the way the subtle dark path behind the subject (who, oh yeah, happens to be me), suggests the passage of time and distance traveled.

(Photo courtesy of Maria Writing with Light)

Once the initial artistic appreciation for the photo had faded, however, I saw a sadness in the photo. I became aware that I was actually seeing a photograph of my own journey - literally and figuratively, in this case (and how many photos have I taken of roads, pathways, walkways? this blog is even named Food for the Journey). I saw in this photo a small and fragile woman. I saw a reflection of the way I've been feeling lately: an increasing awareness - as I watch the years of my life fading in the rear view mirror - of my own irrelevance. I saw myself walking towards the great abyss, towards the grave. I saw my own mortality.

This is a perfect photo for Ash Wednesday, on so many levels (not the least being that I am directly in front of St. Elizabeth's, my church home from which I am presently separated, sadly; my penance, I suppose we could call it).

Ash Wednesday is the first day of our symbolic forty-day journey into the desert; a colorless world devoid of extraneous pleasure and joy; a mini-death as we align ourselves with Jesus' journey towards the cross. As I set off on this year's Lenten journey, let me embrace this desert place, this lonesome valley, this encounter with death, and let me remember that this leg of the journey is temporary and there is nothing to fear and everything to gain. Let me remember that the photo above is not the whole story. Just as Jesus' forty days in the desert culminated with Easter, so will mine.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Heaven

Thanks to a few February snow days, I've been able to catch up on sorting and editing a backlog of photos as well as update my blogs. These photos are from October 22, 2014, which just happens to have been my birthday. Noon hour Mass at St. Mary's in Brookline and the Wednesday night session at Malachy's in Quincy: my idea of a perfect day.


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