Monday, September 13, 2010

I'm starting a Toons List. Check out the side-bar. Toons you should check out because they are Impact.Full. Probably my favorite thing to gift a friend is a custom-burned disc of Jesus tunes that they've never heard. Even as I write this, I am burning two sets of 4 discs for some dear people in my life, to fill them with Inspired Music. Yes yes yes. And so, in an effort to also share with you, virtually that is, herein lies the inauguration of said Toons List. I'll also make a little mention in my posts as to why a particular song makes the List. (it's an exclusive list. only the best of the best.)

To begin with then. "Awakening." A little background.

I've started reading the Narnia series by the beloved Clive Staples Lewis here on my days of chillin' in Mission. I was lucky to score beautiful, old printed editions of them that I found at our local Hemingways. I'm on book 5, and although the series is very excellent and Clive clearly wrote them through the inspiration of the Spirit, there is one scene that has stayed with me since book 1 and it is that of the Founding of Narnia. And excerpt then:

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In the darkness something was happening at last. A voice had begun to sing. It was very far away and Digory found it hard to decide from what direction it was coming. Sometimes it seemed to come from all directions at once. Sometimes he almost thought it was coming out of the earth beneath them. Its lower notes were deep enough to be the voice of the earth herself. There were no words. There was hardly even a tune. But it was, beyond comparison, the most beautiful noise he had ever heard. It was so beautiful he could hardly bear it...

'Gawd!' said the Cabby. 'Ain't it lovely?'

Then two wonders happened at the same time. One was that the voice was suddenly joined by other voices; more voices than you could possibly count. They were in harmony with it, but far higher up the scale: cold, tingling, silvery voices. The second wonder was that the overhead, all at once, was blazing with stars. They didn't come out gently one by one, as they do on a summer evening. One moment there had been nothing but darkness; next moment a thousand, thousand points of light leaped out - single stars, constellations, and planets, brighter and bigger than any in our world. There were no clouds. The new stars and the new voices began at exactly the same time. If you had seen and heard it, as Digory did, you would have felt quite certain that it was the stars themselves which were singing, and that it was the First Voice, the deep one, which had made them appear and made them sing...

...The Voice on the earth was now louder and more triumphant; but the voices in the sky, after singing loudly with it for a time, began to get fainter. And now something else was happening.

Far away, and down near the horizon, the sky began to turn grey. A light wind, very fresh, began to stir. The sky, in that one place, grew slowly and steadily paler. You could see shapes of hills standing up dark against it. All the time the Voice went on singing...

...The eastern sky changed from white to pink and from pink to gold. The Voice rose and rose, till all the air was shaking with it. And just as it swelled to the mightiest and most glorious sound it had yet produced, the sun rose.

Digory had never seen such a sun....You could imagine that it laughed for joy as it came up. And as its beams shot across the land the travellers could see for the first time what sort of place they were in. It was a valley through which a broad, swift river wound its way, flowing eastward towards the sun. Southward there were mountains, northward there were lower hills. But it was a valley of mere earth, rock and water; there was not a tree, not a bush, not a blade of grass to be seen. The earth was of many colors: they were fresh, hot, and vivid. They made you feel excited; until you saw the Singer himself, and then you forgot everything else.

It was a Lion. Huge, shaggy, and bright, it stood facing the risen sun. Its mouth was wide open in song...

...The Lion was pacing to and fro about that empty land and singing his new song. It was softer and more lilting than the song by which he had called up the stars and sun; a gentle, rippling music. And as he walked and sang the valley grew green with grass....
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A teaser.

And then I heard this song for the first time: Awakening. And it is as if the two, the prose and the song, were meant to go together.

A very profound word: Awake.

awake awAkE AWAKE.

Friday, September 03, 2010

I am sitting on the front porch of my folks' place, BC, awkwardly positioned so I can keep the screen of my computer in the shadows in order to see it. Worth it though, the weather is gorgeous and I want to sit outside with a nice cup of coffee in the morning sun.

I just heard a train chug-a-chug-a by.

Last night we heard coyotes in the field.

I'm sure sometime soon I will hear the Abbey bells toll.

There's the train again.

Well, the summer is over. I can only imagine the mayhem that my ovejitas are experiencing as they scramble between end of summer, visiting family and packing up for school. It's tight.

There's the train again.

It was a truly magnificent summer. To read little blurbs from the students on their experiences, go HERE. There's simply too much to say in regards to the summer and my mind has wandered elsewhere to the plane-ride home, so I will write about the latter instead of the former and merely say, "ask me about it sometime."

So, the plane ride home. Nothing hugely profound, just a series of observations.

The man next to me on the plane, probably early sixties, kindly looking, maybe in the business sector of some kind, watched a PPV movie on the flight and then as we were starting our descent, pulled out his current read: How To Find Meaning in the Second Half of Life.

Somewhere in that flight, I got up to use the bathroom and it is always interesting to stand in the aisle, waiting, and, especially on a Westjet flight, you can see what everyone is watching on their little personalized television screens. Many, myself included, were watching an epic match between Andy Roddick and Ta**************** (long, foreign name) at the US Open (I never saw how it ended????? anybody??????), and then back in the corner was this young black guy, beer in hand, watching boxing. It was just funny. I liked him.

And I should make a comment on the US Open itself because Roddick lost it near the end. Was literally having it out with the ref over a call that had been made. I was glued to the screen as everyone was exiting the plane and only at the last possible moment, yanked my head phones out and left myself. Roddick's opponent, when trying to refocus on his game after losing a few plays, would put his hands up by his head, like making blinders to see straight with no distractions. The commentators were doing their job well, commentating, and they said our friend Ta************* is a big Nietzsche follower and lives by some of those re-focusing techniques and 'mind over body' philosophies. They said that somewhere beneath that jersey of his, Nietzsche quotes are tatooed.

and then the guy beside me with his How to Find Meaning in the Second Half of Life.

anyways. yada yada yada. i don't have any philosopher stamped on me, and no book like the above, but what I do have is someone's blood running through my veins who died on a cross a few millennium ago. And it was He who said, "I am the way, the truth and the Life."