Playing Just the White Keys – help in adversity

It’s best to listen and watch and pay attention to the things going on around us in our lives because, all too often, lessons abound and if we aren’t ready, we miss out.

I am a some-time pianist and deal with a few more issues than most aging amateur piano plonkers: problems with focusing on the words (notes) on the page, fatigue in my body that gives out before my hands do, and a constant internal conversation about “why can’t I do this the way I used to?”

In life, today, we can never do it (whatever it is) the way we used to. We do it the way we do it now!

We all have our troubles and challenges in our lives and they are all different except for one major thing: they are the troubles in our lives.

Everybody has them. If they’re not having them, they just got through with them; if they didn’t just come through, then the troubles are on the way.

My friend Jessica Roemischer (see her YouTube channel here: Jessica Roemischer) is an accomplished musician and a great teacher of simple, life-changing lessons. She taught me about playing the white keys:

Part of Jessica’s work is with with women who have various developmental differences or medical situations by which expression for them doesn’t work the same as it does for everyman on the street. Jessica is an adaptive pianist who can wend her way through mash ups of combinations of songs that transport the mind away from singing along with some pop tune. They move the listener to a place at which the song that she is playing may not even be the song that we hear as the melody evolves and the listener becomes so immersed in the meditation of the moment.

That’s not nearly the whole story.

When she’s working with students at the piano, she tells them to sit with her and play what it is that they feel/hear/want to say. And there is only one bit of instruction:

play the white keys.

What happens next is the student playing what she is sensing/hearing/feeling with no theory, no sheet music, no lead sheet. At the same time, the teacher fills in the bits and pieces around the student’s music, and from that, the single song emerges.

Here is what I learned:

Many times I’m up against the wall of intense challenge that I cannot scale, or that I certainly cannot scale (or navigate around) by myself. Without realizing what I was doing, in those times I was following the example of Jessica’s students and “playing just the white keys” with what I feel and what I hear around me, and – in return – some teacher is there to fill in all the rest and we create a song.

  • A teacher is there to fill in the logic around my emotions and together we create a prayer.
  • A physician is there to fill in what I do not know and to translate what I have read and do not understand.
  • A helper is there and picks up what it is that I cannot do, and together, we get it done.

Fill in your own example here.

At the beginning of his famous “…ask not for whom the bell tolls” quote, John Donne began by saying:

No man is an island, entire of itself…”

We are not alone. We are surrounded by family, friends, acquaintances, colleagues, santos. That which we set out to do – regardless of how tough it may seem – we do not attempt alone to ourselves, except in our own imagination.

There will always be that most difficult of times in our lives when we must step up to that which we do not know. We must put our hands to the instrument that we do not know how to play. We may be invited by providence to sit for a while and pick out what we feel and what we hear and what we wish to say. Put your hands to the keys and simply… go.

And soon that providence, that helper, that teacher, that God… that extra set of knowing hands is near us, filling in the rest, and from it

We create the song.

Keep the faith!
- Amen

In Our Silence is Both Singing and Prayer – a contemplation with music

Singing is like praying twice.

Music and lyrics aren’t always what we expect, and aren’t always in a church or coming from our ear buds and our favorite playlist in the car. Prayers – likewise – are not always in the words we expect, or even in words at all.

Silence is not always the lack of sound around us; it is the lack of noise around us. When we are still and our mind is at peace, even in the rattling and curving of life around us, we find great moments of silence, of peace, and of prayer. Prayer without words. Songs without lyrics. Peace – for that short time – with no end.

Approach the stillness, and in your silence, sing!

Keep the faith!
- Amen

 

Flying Through Space to Find What’s Inside – a meditation on a hymn

Every religion has those little things that “we’d rather not think about,” linking present-day back to the Good Ol’ Days that conservatives are always stretching to get back to.

Of course the most obvious is in Western Christian religion which points out that marital divorce between a (married) man and woman (with subsequent remarriage) is an abomination punishable by death.  Forgetting this small Hebrew Bible (Old Testament) factoid then gives rise to a group with a 50% Abomination Rate (aka: Divorce Rate) to speak out loudly about “defending” the Religious definitions of marriage. They get so wound up as to create laws protecting their Traditional Marriage while somehow skipping over any necessary laws to deal with their own like, nearly half of whom are in the Sin Soup because they have divorced and re-married.

Western Christians are also lousy at basic math, like: How is it that Jesus could have died on (Good) Friday, was in the tomb three days, and then appeared in the garden to the Marys on Sunday, 1.5 days later.

Examples abound.

There is one of those slips from memory that I like only because a really cool song came out of it. The “we don’t talk about that” in this case comes from the LDS Church (The Mormons) and the concept of the planet Kolob.

Before you leave this page and look it up, Kolob, in the early LDS teachings is the heavenly body nearest to the throne of God, as cited in the Book of Abraham (in the Book of Mormon) as follows:

And I saw the stars, that they were very great, and that one of them was nearest unto the throne of God; and there were many great ones which were near unto it;

And the Lord said unto me: These are the governing ones; and the name of the great one is Kolob, because it is near unto me, for I am the Lord thy God: I have set this one to govern all those which belong to the same order as that upon which thou standest.

(Abraham 3:2-3)

 

The concept doesn’t match with any astrological bodies, and doesn’t come up much in current-day Mormon religious teachings, so it has sort of slipped out of general sight. However it still exists in one of the most fascinating hymns in the American songbook today: “If You Could Hie to Kolob.”

The tune is very recognizable and if you’re the church going type you’ve likely heard it many times, it is the hymn tune Kingsfold, an old English folk tune. In some churches the song is “I Heard the Voice of Jesus Say.

I am neither a fan of nor an expert in Mormon theology. All I know is that 1/2 of my father’s family are LDS from a familial split in the early 19th Century. Half of the folk stayed in North Carolina to scratch out whatever they could while the other half hitched their wagons to the star of the Angel Moroni and landed in Texas, converted to Mormonism, and were there when  many of those in the Mormon faith were massacred in attacks that we would today call genocide.

The survivors split, with a few staying in Texas, and the rest moving along to Utah, the epicenter of the Mormon faith. And there my knowledge ends because my part of the family, the outsider part, isn’t spoken of by them, and we don’t know enough on this end to say anything more than…. “they left us.”

I’m not sure how much of the Mormon faith lies in the concept of Gnosticism (the theology of  “knowledge“) but the lyrics of this hymn put me of a mind of some of the ancient Gnostic writings, particularly a quote attributed to Jesus (in the Gospel of Thomas-Judas, the Twin) that said (in paraphrase)

“If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you.

If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you.”

The gnostic belief was one of self-knowledge and the idea that by knowing that which is within ourselves, we come to know and understand that which is God. Quite literally – God is within us.

This is an easier to understand concept than thinking of God as some old guy with a long white beard sitting on a big throne in the sky, very distant from us. It seems very Eastern in thought and nearly Buddhist. And it was also considered, by the second century Christian church to be blasphemous heresy.

(We can add a bunch of church history and organizational politics on why that happened, but it’s moot to our point.  The bureaucratic church decided that  the intense personalization of one’s experience with the Divine ran counter to the universal 3 tier arrangement (bishops, priests and deacons) that was becoming the norm.)

Looking at the Kolob song, the gentle meandering tune allows the singer to mentally pause among the words, and (hopefully) drink in the concept the song puts forth of the singular connection between the singer and the Universe/God.  If we see Kolob as a metaphor for the spiritual experience, you could mess up the poetry and be saying, “If you could for one instant be standing just to the right side of your Creator, and stand in that presence, would you be able to see deep into the beginnings, way back beyond where we came from, and realize the beginning of the one who created all?

“Would you be standing so close to the Infinite Is-ness   … the very being of your God – that you would see (understand) beyond the here-and-now, beyond simple worrying and sadness. Would your understanding of God reach even beyond the stars and planets to that place where there is no place?”

Eastern religions would refer to this as becoming the Enlightened Master.

I have no idea what LDS folk think of when they sing this song, if that universal vision beyond the pale is in their mind, or if it’s just a quaint old tune with a title that sounds vaguely Scottish, and is something-or-other about Heaven.

Listen in your meditations and ask yourself the question that the first verse requires of the singer. Wonder what it would be like to stand so close to that which you believe is that creative being. Would your vision (by faith) extend even beyond that?

Consider what it would be to understand God as that idea exists in the here-and-now.  To be closest to God within our own understanding, as the idea of God lives within us, and emanates from us to those around us.

I have no doubt that the early church would have considered this beautiful and imaginative hymn a complete blasphemy, too. And so much the less for them, in their narrowed experience of the concept of the ever-changing, always-creating God.

Keep the Faith!

- Amen

 

 

If You Could Hie to Kolob  lyrics
hymn tune: Kingsfold

If you could hie to Kolob
In the twinkling an eye
And then continue onward
With that same speed to fly
Do you think that you could ever?
Through all eternity,
Find out the generation
Where God began to be

Or see the grand being
Where space did not extend
Or view that last creation
Where gods and matter end
Methinks the spirits whispers,
“No man has found your space’
Nor seen the outside curtains
Where nothing has a place

The works of god continue
And worlds and live about
Improvement and progression
Have one eternal round
There is no end to worry
There is no end to love
There is no end to being
There is no death above

 

 

The New Day

One of the greatest inspirational songs I’ve ever heard was one that WETA-FM in Washington, DC played every morning at 6:00 am for many years. I’m not sure if they still do, but in those early training school days of my retail career, I was up in suit-and-tie and on my way to class with the other trainees at 8am, then meetings at 9, and having my little section of the giant store open at 10. When I found the song playing each day at that time, I set my radio alarm so it was the first thing I heard every day. Not realizing it at the time, it was like a morning prayer, or reading the daily office before starting the day. All done in less than four minutes.

No loud alarms, no jumping out of bed, no choking down scalding coffee as I ran out the door. I just got up and started my new day.

It followed me from training days, to crawling up through drudge (and some grudge) positions. It followed me to the greatest day job I ever had involving an entire store, in which I had to make large-stroke decisions on the merchandising direction and look of the entire store, not just departments. Then it grew on to doing the same with multiple stores all across the country.  Every step along the way – the usual expected office stress aside – it all begin simply with my beginning each sunrise as A New Day.

The career continued forward from there, and I stayed with the song for as long as I was able to work that with my early morning schedule. Retail hours get crazy some times and you’re doing double shifts or closing late, and it’s not so easy to get up every day at 6am like FM radio station clockwork.

When we moved to (back to) North Carolina to try my hand at a start-up company, we had left that regularity, and in a few years’ time I’d stumbled upon this contemplative practice that I write about so much here. It became that same continuity of spirit and serenity. I had to get up a lot earlier to get things done: 5 am each day so I could read through the liturgical readings for the day from the Lectionary (that would be Old Testament, Psalm, New Testament, and Gospel readings for the day.) Then 20 minutes for a timed “sit” – a time of silent prayer in the darkness of the early hours, in that quiet still-sleeping house, usually with the greyhound napping at my feet. The perfect prayer partner: he understood that the three chimes leading us into prayer was the beginning of this time of great silence, and the three chimes at the end was when he opened his eyes, looked up at me, and knew that the day was afoot, tail gently thumping the carpet!

After this meditation, for the first 2-3 years I wrote a homily each day: not so much sermonizing, as it was a sort of “note-to-self” back to me on what I had just read, and what(ever) had come out of that time of contemplation.  I still go back and read those manuscripts and wonder at the growth and closeness to my God that I grew into more deeply on the pages.

It all began with a song.

You Are The New Day” sung by The King’s Singers became an “old chestnut” of the group, and was seen quite often on PBS television stations as their sign-on/sign-off videos back in the days when television stations did not run 24 hours a day, and had to sign off at midnight. Often with some rendition of the National Anthem. Then they signed on again  at some wee hour of the morning, and some used “You Are The New Day” for that.

A few years ago, the group performed a once-off variation in concert with a Christmas theme version of the lyrics, written by group member Philip Lawson.  I first heard it live when they sang it during an interview on one of the Satellite radio stations, speaking with my friend Robert Aubry Davis. Like the audiences who heard it in concert, I fell in love immediately, and was glad to hear that they finally recorded the Christmas version because of the intense international popularity of this simple song.

The performance below is not by the Singers themselves, but done by a larger choral group, The Cambridge Singers, directed by John Rutter. With only the slightest variation to the original text, Lawson’s verses transform this most gentle love song into a Nativity cradle song for the rest of us – for the ones looking on.

Listening to the Christmas version, I’m reminded that – just as with my alarm clock going off to this sweet melody all those years at 6 am – what we are witnessing at the Nativity is indeed a New Day. And just as with the radio-alarm going off each morning – it is up to us to remember what this day represents, and to find our own ways to spread it forward in gentle peace and love.

On this Christmas, may we each find our own New Day.

Keep the faith!
- Amen

 

Born on a New Day

performed by The Cambridge Singers and The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra
directed by John Rutter

Christmas lyric variation by Philip Lawson

You are the new day.
Meekness, love, humility,
Come down to us this day:
Christ, your birth has proved to me
You are the new day.

Quiet in a stall you lie,
Angels watching in the sky
Whisper to you from on high:
‘You are the new day.’

When our life is darkest night,
Hope has burned away,
Love, your ray of guiding light,
Show us the new day.

Love of all things great and small,
Leaving none, embracing all,
Fold around me where I fall,
Bring in the new day.

This new day will be a turning point For every one,
If we let the Christ-child in, And reach for the new day.

Christ the Way, the Truth, the Life,
Healing sadness, ending strife,
You we welcome, Lord of Life.
Born on a new day,
You are the new day.

 

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To see a popular PBS Television spot featuring the original King’s Singers version, please click on this link:  You Are The New Day

 

You Are The New Day

Performed by The Kings’ Singers

Lyrics by John David

You are the new day.
I will love you more than me
and more than yesterday
If you can but prove to me
you are the new day

Send the sun in time for dawn
Let the birds all hail the morning
Love of life will urge me say
you are the new day

When I lay me down at night knowing we must pay
Thoughts occur that this night might stay yesterday

Thoughts that we as humans small
could slow worlds and end it all
lie around me where they fall
before the new day

One more day when time is running out for everyone
Like a breath I knew would come I reach for the new day

Hope is my philosophy
Just needs days in which to be
Love of life means hope for me
borne on a new day

You are the new day

 

 

 

Who’s Your Daddy? – Cherry Trees and Christmas Surprises

Joseph – The Dad of Jesus. He gets left out of the Christmas story quite a bit as he seems to be there to uproot Mary and get her off to Bethlehem for a tax census and then scoot her out to Egypt, and that’s about it. We know he was an older man with children from a previous marriage (the siblings of Jesus) and that his betrothed was quite a bit younger. We don’t know why the age difference, or how they came together as a couple and then a family, since that is insignificant to the larger Nativity story.

What I like most about Joseph is that he was just a “guy” much like the apostles later on. A carpenter. He worked for a living and was a good Jew. And he ended up in a strange (and dangerous) situation with this single mom, and just her word for it that this was all God’s idea. No angels came and told Joseph what was up until the very eve that his (espoused) wife gave birth!

He adjusted pretty well for an old guy.

The story of Joseph seems more contemporary than the stories around it in the gospels: they lived in a very regimented time with lots of marriage laws and inheritance laws, including the inheritance of one’s bride, in certain situations like the death of a guy’s brother. Yet here, Joseph has choices to make. Marry this young woman (who could well be a harlot, or insane!) and take in this child as his own. Joseph gets to set the example for the rest of us that – even though many laws and regulations might stick us with the people we are kin to, part of our life is also choosing the family around us. Friends, BFFs, Neighbors, FWBs, you name it.

Then it gets more complicated with our Exs, their kids, the kids’-kids, and the kids’ friends we collected along the way as our “mostly-kids.” Old roommates. And about 4 people that you can’t remember exactly how it is you know them, but they’re on the list, anyway.

Our Family.

The Cherry Tree Carol speaks to this guy-ness of Joseph, the Dad of Jesus. I can’t imagine being as patient as he was with the whole situation and I was glad to find this old carol that gives us a glimpse at his human side. The carol goes back probably earlier than 17th Century Europe, and made it over the pond to appear as an Appalachian carol.

In the story, while on their way to Bethlehem, Mary and Joseph pass through an orchard of cherry trees, and Mary says, “Could you reach up and pick me just one cherry from the tree?

Joseph – with just a little traveling stress going on I’m sure – answers back, “Here’s an idea: why don’t you let the father of that kid in you reach up and pick you a cherry.”

In response, the Child within her calls the tallest tree to bow down, and so she picks her own, saying, “See! I have the power of the trees within me.

Ouch.

Joseph realizes at once that he was out of line, puts Mary on his knee and says, “What have I done, Lord! Have mercy on me!

It’s after this point in the story that the angel finally comes to Joseph and tells him that Mary will give birth that very night. The American lyrics also include the date of January 6, which was celebrated as Old Christmas in the mountains, up into the early days of the 20th Century.

In that moment of realization, Joseph goes from being an outsider looking in on the Nativity story, to the real Dad of Christ. He knows the difference between being the boy’s Father, and being his Dad. Joseph is the one who will see him through his early years, hold him proudly during the brit milah, teach him carpentry skills, take him to temple and see that he learns the ways of their people and their beliefs. He will do the things that a Dad does with his boy. No blood-kin necessary.

Joseph the Dad of Jesus taught us that if circumstances arise that we are not surrounded by our related family, we are still embraced and loved by our natural family: the people who are there when we call. The ones who care for and look after us. The ones who need us to care for and look after them. Sometimes it is with God’s guidance that these people fall into our lives, and sometimes it’s happenstance. Whichever the case, they are just as much family to us as cousins and aunts and uncles. And they deserve the same love and reverence as well.

What if your own family has kicked you out?  What if they’ve all died off over the years and it seems that you are the only one left? What if there is an icy cold chasm between you and them and the ice never seems to thaw? Then don’t forget the others around you – the ones who laugh with you and worry with you. The ones who help you in a pinch or understand when you say “I just don’t feel up to it today,” knowing they’ll be back tomorrow or the next.

They’re all “guys” just like you and me. And the more we have in our lives, the more love we get to bounce around.

Keep the faith!

 

The Cherry Tree Carol

sung by Jean Ritchie

 Lyrics (Traditional Mountain Carol)

When Joseph was an old man,
An old man was he,
When he courted Virgin Mary,
The Queen of Galilee,
When he courted Virgin Mary,
The Queen of Galilee,

As Joseph and Mary
Were walking one day,
“Here are apples and cherries,”
O Mary did say….

Then Mary spoke to Joseph,
So meek and so mild,
“Joseph, gather me some cherries
For I am with child….”

Then Joseph flew in anger –
In anger flew he,
“Let the father of the baby
Gather cherries for thee!”

Then Jesus spoke a few words,
A few words spoke he,
“Let my mother have some cherries;
Bow low down, cherry tree!

“Bow down, O cherry tree!
Bow low down to the ground!”
Then Mary gathered cherries
While Joseph stood around….

Then Joseph took Mary
All on his left knee;
Saying: “What have I done? Lord,
Have mercy on me!”

Then Joseph took Mary
All on his right knee,
“Pray tell me, little baby,
When your birthday shall be….

“On the sixth day of January
My birthday shall be,
When the stars and the elements
Shall tremble with glee….

***

As Joseph was a-walking,
He heard an angel sing,
“Tonight shall be the birth-time
Of Christ, our heavenly king….”

“He neither shall be born
In house nor in hall,
Nor in the place of paradise,
But in an ox’s stall….

“He neither shall be clothéd
In purple nor in pall
But in the bare white linen
That useth babies all….

As Joseph was a-walking,
Then did an angel sing,
And Mary’s child at midnight
Was born to be our king….