Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Wednesday Words - 10,000 Places
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves—goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying What I do is me: for that I came.
I say more: the just man justices;
Keeps grace: that keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is—
Christ. For Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men's faces.
"As Kingfishers Catch Fire," by Gerard Manley Hopkins.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Tuesday Tome - The Man Who Quit Money
While camping on the North Shore last week I got about halfway through The Man Who Quit Money. It was recommended to me about a year ago by a friend. It's a very easy and interesting read. It chronicles the life of Daniel Suelo who decided to live completely off the grid and lives in the caves of the Utah canyonlands.
Suelo earns no money and pays no taxes, but does not beg and will not accept food stamps or welfare. The book, by Mark Sundeen, not only tells the interesting story of an unusual man, but also stirs up many questions about how money and possessions impact our lives, values, and beliefs.
I read the first half of this book while living in a tent and cooking on a campfire. Let me tell you, it's difficult to romanticize life off the grid when you're actually living outdoors. The experience did, however, make the some of the stories a little easier to relate to.
Even so, I wasn't close to being off the grid. The humble bathhouse at the campground and the cash in my wallet made the trip far easier to handle. And judging from the number of people I saw using them, laptops and smartphones are now standard camping equipment.
Suelo earns no money and pays no taxes, but does not beg and will not accept food stamps or welfare. The book, by Mark Sundeen, not only tells the interesting story of an unusual man, but also stirs up many questions about how money and possessions impact our lives, values, and beliefs.
I read the first half of this book while living in a tent and cooking on a campfire. Let me tell you, it's difficult to romanticize life off the grid when you're actually living outdoors. The experience did, however, make the some of the stories a little easier to relate to.
Even so, I wasn't close to being off the grid. The humble bathhouse at the campground and the cash in my wallet made the trip far easier to handle. And judging from the number of people I saw using them, laptops and smartphones are now standard camping equipment.
Book Excerpt:
In the first year of the 21st century, a man standing by a highway in the middle of America pulled from his pocket his life savings – $30 – laid it inside a phone booth, and walked away. He was 39 years old, came from a good family, and had been to college. He was not mentally ill, nor an addict.
His decision appears to have been an act of free will by a competent adult.
In the 12 years since, as the Dow Jones skyrocketed to its all-time high, Daniel Suelo has not earned, received, or spent a single dollar. In an era when anyone who could sign his name qualified for a mortgage, Suelo did not apply for loans or write IOUs. He didn't even barter. As the public debt soared, he did not pay taxes, or accept any form of government handout.
Instead he set up house in caves in the Utah canyonlands, where he forages mulberries and wild onions, scavenges road-kill raccoons and squirrels, pulls expired groceries from dumpsters, and is often fed by friends and strangers. “My philosophy is to use only what is freely given or discarded & what is already present & already running,” he writes. While the rest of us grapple with tax deductions and mortgages, Suelo no longer holds so much as an ID card.
Yet the man who sleeps under bridges and prospects in trash cans is not a typical hobo. He does not panhandle, and he often works – declining payment for his efforts. While he is driven by spiritual beliefs and longings, he is not associated with any church. And although he lives in a cave, he is not a hermit: He is relentlessly social, remains close with friends and family, and engages in discussions with strangers via the website he maintains from the public library. He has crisscrossed the West by bicycle, hopped freight trains, hitched through nearly every state in the union, hauled nets on a Bering Sea trawler and spear-fished salmon in Alaska streams.
“I know it is possible to live with zero money,” Suelo declares.
“Abundantly.”
Monday, August 12, 2013
Monday Music - Superior Horizon
Superior Horizon
Old 61 I can feel your North Shore callin'
I can feel you callin'
I feel you callin'.
I can smell the pines;
I can hear the Cascade fallin'.
Can’t you hear it fallin'?
The Cascade is fallin’—
Superior Horizon.
The Morning Star is risin'
On Superior Horizon.
Down along Split Rock the big waves are poundin'.
The big waves are poundin'—
They just keep on poundin'.
Back in the Boundaries the magic loon is soundin'.
Can’t you hear it sounding?
The magic loon is soundin'—
Superior Horizon.
The golden sun is shinin'
On Superior Horizon.
Let my eyes rest easy in your northern light;
Let me fill my lungs with misty morning;
Let me find my spirit in the sea bird's flight
Soaring over the horizon—
Superior Horizon.
Give a j-stroke push out across the glassy Gunflint—
Glidin’ on the Gunflint, the glassy Gunflint.
Walk a woodland mile where the Devil Track is runnin’.
Can’t you hear it runnin’?
The Devil Track is runnin’.
Superior Horizon—
The silver moon is smilin’
On Superior Horizon.
Let my eyes rest easy in your northern light;
Let me fill my lungs with misty morning;
Let me find my spirit in the sea bird's flight
Soaring over the horizon—
Superior Horizon.
Words and Music by Dave Burkum. From BREATH A LITTLE DEEPER, © Copyright 1994 by Dave Burkum.
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Sunday Supplication - His Redeeming Work
Almighty God, you have sent your only Son into the world to save us from sin and death. We thank you for his sinless life, his selfless sacrifice, and his example of godly life.
Give us the wisdom to take hold of all Jesus has so freely given. Thank you for his redeeming work in our lives and in our world. Help us to follow daily in his steps.
Forgive us and help us to turn away from wrong. Transform us and give us the faith to press toward life, healing, restoration, holiness, and good deeds. You are so gracious to us, and we ask you to make us able and quick to be gracious and forgiving toward others.
You have shown mercy to us, O God. Give us the attitude of Christ Jesus that we might be a testimony of your grace and instruments of your mercy to everyone around us.
We pray in the name of Jesus, our merciful Savior. Amen.
Give us the wisdom to take hold of all Jesus has so freely given. Thank you for his redeeming work in our lives and in our world. Help us to follow daily in his steps.
Forgive us and help us to turn away from wrong. Transform us and give us the faith to press toward life, healing, restoration, holiness, and good deeds. You are so gracious to us, and we ask you to make us able and quick to be gracious and forgiving toward others.
You have shown mercy to us, O God. Give us the attitude of Christ Jesus that we might be a testimony of your grace and instruments of your mercy to everyone around us.
We pray in the name of Jesus, our merciful Savior. Amen.
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Saturday Smile - Elevator Music
This is kinda fun to watch, but if someone pulled this on me, I'm not sure I'd play along with them. I'd probably just start playing drums on the wall as a strategy to avoid anything that could inadvertently lead to dancing.
Friday, August 09, 2013
Friday Family and Friends - Traveler's Paradise
I'm up on the North Shore typing away at a picnic table just outside the Schroeder Baking Company and limping along on a weak wifi signal from down the hill at Lamb's Resort. I'm having a splendid time with my friends, Chad, Ray, and Rob. We've been hiking, talking, resting, and having the best camping meals you could ever imagine.
Yesterday, we drove up to Grand Marais and had fun flying four aerobic kites on a ball field overlooking Lake Superior. I'm not sure what all we'll be up today, but I know that Chad and I plan to walk over the the Temperance River State Park and hike around a bit.
Yesterday, we drove up to Grand Marais and had fun flying four aerobic kites on a ball field overlooking Lake Superior. I'm not sure what all we'll be up today, but I know that Chad and I plan to walk over the the Temperance River State Park and hike around a bit.
| Rob Miller on rocks near our campsite at Lamb's (Schroeder, MN) |
Thursday, August 08, 2013
Thursday Thinking - Motorcycle Ambulances
Why is it that innovations like this take so long to become common practice?
Eli Beer had a great idea! When will this happen in the Twin Cities?
Eli Beer had a great idea! When will this happen in the Twin Cities?
Wednesday, August 07, 2013
Wednesday Words - Wendell Berry
This week's Wednesday Words celebrates the 79th birthday of one of my favorite writers, Wendell Berry. I'm headed up to the North Shore of Lake Superior for a few days of camping. Here is a perfect poem for my trip.
THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Wendell Berry, "The Peace of Wild Things," from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry. Copyright © 1998.
THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Wendell Berry, "The Peace of Wild Things," from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry. Copyright © 1998.
Tuesday, August 06, 2013
Tuesday Tome - In the Kettle, the Shriek
Just added this fine new book of poetry to my library thanks to listening to a review on the Books and Culture Podcast. After hearing John Wilson, editor of Books and Culture Magazine, read some of the poetry and give the book high marks, I was quite sure I should get it. I've really enjoyed what I've read so far.
First Things First
Do the first things first,
those things embedded with order
and priority. The urgent things,
the things swirling in your solar plexus
and elbowing you in the heart.
First things first, the things
from which other things spring.
The initial movement, the impulse
to move, the discomfort that triggers
a flicker in your nerves.
First things come first.
You wake, you lift your eyelids,
perform subconscious diagnostics.
What do you need today, you ask
yourself, watching the walls.
First things first, you trust
that by starting the day’s processes,
you will go where you need to.
Even the eighth thing you do
can be the first, even the nineteenth thing.
"First Things First" by Hannah Stephenson,
from In the Kettle, the Shriek, Gold Wake Press (2013).
From the Publisher:
Here is a poet of clarity and connective grace, full of good will and wily stories alike-funny, neighborly, amused, observant, she's a storyteller with an aphorist's flair for precision. And in In the Kettle, the Shriek she gives testimony to our lives together and our struggles alone, turning at the deepest moments to her highest virtues of sanity and acceptance: 'the things that are going to happen, / let me let them.' This is how Hannah Stephenson makes poetic testimony into a manner of lyric, laic testament." – David Baker
First Things First
Do the first things first,
those things embedded with order
and priority. The urgent things,
the things swirling in your solar plexus
and elbowing you in the heart.
First things first, the things
from which other things spring.
The initial movement, the impulse
to move, the discomfort that triggers
a flicker in your nerves.
First things come first.
You wake, you lift your eyelids,
perform subconscious diagnostics.
What do you need today, you ask
yourself, watching the walls.
First things first, you trust
that by starting the day’s processes,
you will go where you need to.
Even the eighth thing you do
can be the first, even the nineteenth thing.
"First Things First" by Hannah Stephenson,
from In the Kettle, the Shriek, Gold Wake Press (2013).
Monday, August 05, 2013
Monday Music - Tettegouche
I'm spending a few days up on the North Shore this week. "Tettegouche" from Breath a Little Deeper seems appropriate.Sunday, August 04, 2013
Sunday Supplication - Shape Our Hearts
O Lord, we praise you and ask that by your Holy Spirit you would shape our hearts and minds to think and do what is right. Provide for our needs and preserve our lives. Make us able to delight in your will and walk in your ways.
Forgive us our sins. Renew us by your Spirit. Show us how to act, think, and live as Christ. As you have forgiven us, make us merciful and ready to forgive those who have sinned against us. Give us the courage and the grace we need to restore relationships, heal brokenness, sacrifice our rights, and humbly consider the needs of others.
O God, save and protect us from the things that threaten to consume and destroy us. Help us to look faithfully to you in all circumstances. Thank you for Jesus, our Lord, who for our sake and our salvation came down from heaven. Help us to love you with heart, soul, mind and strength.
Through Christ, we pray, Amen.
Forgive us our sins. Renew us by your Spirit. Show us how to act, think, and live as Christ. As you have forgiven us, make us merciful and ready to forgive those who have sinned against us. Give us the courage and the grace we need to restore relationships, heal brokenness, sacrifice our rights, and humbly consider the needs of others.
O God, save and protect us from the things that threaten to consume and destroy us. Help us to look faithfully to you in all circumstances. Thank you for Jesus, our Lord, who for our sake and our salvation came down from heaven. Help us to love you with heart, soul, mind and strength.
Through Christ, we pray, Amen.
Saturday, August 03, 2013
Saturday Smile - Wild Men
What crazy traditions, people, and pictures. CLICK HERE for Wild Man Photo Gallery.With all our European roots, it's hard to believe we haven't managed to have a version of this in Minnesota. Maybe it's time for somebody to get this started here. I can see something like this happening up on the North Shore. CLICK HERE to read more about it.
Friday, August 02, 2013
Friday Family - Portland Pickathon
The Cactus Blossoms are playing at Pickathon 2013 in Portland this weekend. CLICK HERE for times and stage info. Here's a video shot at last year's Pickathon...
Thursday, August 01, 2013
Thursday Thinking - You Probably Think this Psalm Is About You
There is a helpful post from Matthew Block on the the First Thoughts Blog about how and why to read the Psalms. He shares some insights he picked up from Jonathan Kraemer's article, "Praying the Psalms with the Body of Christ," on the Canadian Lutheran Online Magazine. Here is an excerpt I hope will prompt you to read block's post.
...While this or that Psalm may seem to fit how we’re feeling on any given day, there are many more which will not. What good is it then to read “Psalms that have us lamenting when we feel like praising; and praising when we feel like lamenting?”Read the Entire Post
...the answer comes in remembering that the Psalms are not simply a prayer book for individuals; they are rather the prayers of the entire Church. “As wonderful as it is to have the Psalms that express in words what we feel so deeply,” he writes, “there are also great blessings that come from praying Psalms that do not fit the way we feel, when they seem like someone else’s prayer.” Because in fact, that’s what they are: “the prayers of the body of Christ”—the whole body, and not just me.
To that end, we are called to pray Psalms that don’t always fit our own situation; in these moments, the prayers are not for us but for other members of Christ’s body.
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