"[A] man . . .the other day pointed out that I was never bored. I hadn’t thought of that before, but it’s true: I’m never bored. I’m appalled, horrified, angered, but never bored. The world appears to me so infinite in its variety that many lifetimes could not exhaust its interest. So long as you can still be surprised, you have something to be thankful for."
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Rules to Live By Dept
There is no need to cite further examples, when it is more elegant to put this in the form of a general rule, which can be stated as follows: Whenever a public person, whether in politics or in the media, introduces a statement with a phrase using the word fact ( as in "The fact is," "The fact of the matter is," or "Face or accept the fact that"), the statement that follows will very likely be an entirely subjective opinion. More simply put, Fact = Fancy.
-Thomas Fleming, in the March 2013 number of Chronicles
After far too many hours trolling (in the good sense) the web, I am about Poped out. It occurs to me that the new Holy Father is who he is and is going to do what he's going to do whether I can predict it or not. And he's unlikely to ask my opinion in any event.
So I decided to look for a good version of the reel JB Milne that shows the first couple's turn and cast on bars 9-12. I found one, but this wasn't it; on this one you can't really see clearly how anyone's doing the pas de basque turn. But I liked the music and the general energy and enjoyment going on. Don't know who the band is but they seem to be enjoying themselves, too.
There's one more SCD video that must needs appear on The Inn but I've got to locate it again. In the meantime, some nice border piping by a lassie named Shonagh Duncan playing Steal Away, Kalabakan, and Sleepy Maggie. My own border pipes arrived a few weeks ago, but in between miserable health and Santa Ana winds (it dries out the air and bellows-blown pipe reeds don't get enough moisture to tune properly) I haven't had much chance to get very proficient with them.
Holy Souls Hermitage -- (this report does not seem to be accurate although it is being repeated. No directory of traditional Masses lists any in Argentina. One report lists a house of the Institute of the Good Shepherd in the new pope's former archdiocese. The webpage of the Institute lists no such foundation.)
. . . so for the most part I just link without comment. But sometimes you have to risk it.
I've been following the papal retirement story as much as I can bear to. The secular press is, well, wrong. To put a kindly word on it. The Catholic commentary contains a tremendous amount of pious drivel. (No, I won't cite you to any. It may be twaddle, but so far as I can tell, harmless twaddle.) Some commentary is just bizarre. Some quite good. Robert Moynihan's series of reflections have been informative and balanced.
But Hilary White's piece in LifeSiteNews pierces the heart. This is a beautiful piece of writing you shouldn't miss. Do click on the link. It's quite moving. She puts you in the square at Castelgandolfo on the day itself.
(I put more up here in this space originally. I re-read what I wrote. Hmmm. I may have overdone it. I tend to gush (especially at one in the morning) when I really like something. It's still true, mind, but it was a bit florid. Even for me.)
The feast of St David, bishop and confessor, the national patron of Wales . . . was yesterday.
Oh, dear. Mea culpa. I had my citations ready and then on the day got distracted. But it's not too late for a bowl of potato leek soup or to pray a collect in honour of St David.
Almighty God, who dist call Thy servant David to be a faithful and wise steward of Thy mysteries for the people of Wales: in Thy mercy, grant that, following his purity of life and zeal for the gospel of Christ, and assisted by his prayers, we may with him receive the crown of everlasting life; through Jesus Christ our Lord, to Whom with Thee and the Holy Ghost be all honour and glory, world without end. Amen.
O Holy Ghost the Lord, Who on Pentecost gavest the Church the gift of tongues that Christ might be known,
loved, and served by peoples of divers nations and customs: watch over the Anglican heritage within Thy
Church, we pray Thee, that, led by Thy guidance and strengthened by Thy grace, that Use may find such favour
in Thy sight that its people may increase both in holiness and number, and so show forth Thy glory; Who livest and reignest with the Father and the Son, one God world without end. Amen.
One might infer from this selection of links that I believe
"Liturgical Regeneration" is going to come principally, if not
exclusively, from a restoration of the traditional Roman Rite.
Such an inference would be largely correct. However, see also
the Anglican Ordinariate links above.
High praise, recipes, & sources for
good reeds may be addressed to:
thesixbells AT verizon DOT net
(after, of course, you close up the
spaces, change the "AT" to an "@" and
the "DOT" to a "." Spambots delendi sunt.)
(If this looks new to you, you are quite right; the
old Tavernkeeper address is no more.)
An address for complaints may possibly
be added at some point. In the fullness of time.
Le cunamh Dé. Deo volente.
Should you, in fact, decide to drop me a note,
it is entirely possible that I may decide to publish
it unless you tell me not to. And even if you tell
me not to, things do get in something of a muddle here;
in a fit of absentmindedness, I might publish it anyway.
So discretion is always advisable.
"Two of the pubs near Oxford which C.S. Lewis frequented were The Trout and The Six Bells.
Some of Lewis's American readers had written him to inquire about his views on drinking
alcoholic beverages. His response to them was in no uncertain terms: 'I have always
in my books been concerned simply to put forward mere Christianity, and am no
guide on these (most regrettable) interdenominational questions. I do however
most strongly object to the tyrannic and unscriptural insolence of anything that calls
itself a Church and makes teetotalism a condition of membership. Apart from the more
serious objection (that Our Lord Himself turned water into wine and made wine the medium
of the only rite He imposed on all His followers), it is so provincial (what I believe
you people call small town). Don't they realize that Christianity arose in the
Mediterranean world where, then as now, wine was as much a part of the normal diet as bread?" C. S. Lewis: Images of His World by Douglas Gilbert & Clyde S. Kilby