tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145778062024-03-14T08:30:19.317-05:00Echoes of CreationMy Interests: Art - Vita Bella Ranch - Clear Creek MonasteryJJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06551704350303022227noreply@blogger.comBlogger198125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-47129026594657188922012-04-30T22:41:00.001-05:002012-04-30T22:45:41.522-05:00Crossroads is about to begin the 2012 walks<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="182" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hApIMXhD3nA" width="300"></iframe>
Brings back memories of my walk across america a few years ago now. That time really changed my life.<br />
---MichaelaMichaelaHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066432746879854072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-80452829151467928572012-02-02T09:41:00.001-06:002012-02-02T09:43:06.619-06:00<div><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" style="width:420px;height:272px" id="66a87df4-7dc8-e035-f851-361466d8b519"><param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v2/IssuuReader.swf?mode=mini&backgroundColor=%23222222&documentId=120202150952-a35e48ebcda745b1a32d036cd85622b8"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v2/IssuuReader.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" wmode="transparent" style="width:420px;height:272px" flashvars="mode=mini&backgroundColor=%23222222&documentId=120202150952-a35e48ebcda745b1a32d036cd85622b8"></embed></object><div style="width:420px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://issuu.com/mysticalrose/docs/birth_of_patrick_scott?mode=window&backgroundColor=%23222222" target="_blank">Open publication</a> - Free <a href="http://issuu.com/" target="_blank">publishing</a> - <a href="http://issuu.com/search?q=nicu" target="_blank">More nicu</a></div></div>MichaelaHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066432746879854072noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-69122873931000156522012-02-01T18:15:00.003-06:002012-02-01T18:19:46.323-06:00An amazing art tutorial<a href="http://www.trumpetvine.com/sketchblog/wp-content/images/2007.09/final_650.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px; height: 455px;" src="http://www.trumpetvine.com/sketchblog/wp-content/images/2007.09/final_650.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>I found this while I was browsing --- if you like this style of art, then check it out ...<div><br /><a href="http://www.trumpetvine.com/sketchblog/2007/09/20/sketching_demo/">Trumpetvine Travels: How I Sketch: Part Two, Demonstration</a></div>MichaelaHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066432746879854072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-35240043906912039052012-01-19T17:47:00.002-06:002012-01-19T17:50:09.446-06:00Our little bundle of cuteness<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBD_RcQMuWDRpdnVgkRvSU6DdGyeAJf8202lnOb-QXdd2vyQMQYZJhX9RWIDZSts_eGPz6mi0ZD9eM5ztVX_kdQx7aTEOfAZjuCvY8ywRVSrhmCe5zYCxUpijdWMlmB-v26EL6Rw/s1600/IMG_2148.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBD_RcQMuWDRpdnVgkRvSU6DdGyeAJf8202lnOb-QXdd2vyQMQYZJhX9RWIDZSts_eGPz6mi0ZD9eM5ztVX_kdQx7aTEOfAZjuCvY8ywRVSrhmCe5zYCxUpijdWMlmB-v26EL6Rw/s400/IMG_2148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699494167096891106" /></a>We are so blessed to have such a beautiful and precious baby. Just wanted to share a little of our joyJJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06551704350303022227noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-73825147839243078962012-01-16T15:17:00.003-06:002012-01-16T19:00:23.200-06:00The Baptism of our son, Patrick Scott<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/99257190@N00/6705456063/" title="IMG_2217"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7015/6705456063_dd39c1ecf9.jpg" alt="IMG_2217 by mystical_rose84" /></a><br /><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/99257190@N00/6705456063/">IMG_2217</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/99257190@N00/">mystical_rose84</a> on Flickr.</span></div><div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><span style="margin: 0;">From left to right: The happy mother, the proud father, the God-parents holding the newly-baptized soul, and our dedicated parish priest.</span></div><p></p>JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06551704350303022227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-4406683148663258022011-12-12T10:49:00.003-06:002011-12-12T11:07:29.251-06:00My little brother is married!<a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7011/6496953593_53ddca475d.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7011/6496953593_53ddca475d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>My brother and his new bride ....<div> They are making their honeymoon in Europe now and I look forward to their return here as our new neighbors.</div><div><br /></div><div>------</div><div><br /></div><div>I was reminded of so many good memories from our wedding just earlier this year in April. Here we are with the Best Man and Maid of Honor.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD60oajnJBQK69rjUQ3syrM5dpR36FLJlbP-8NwpHhZngYbbaCseRwGFQgYCSbU0p1a3X7s-m23vUiE6MUC5k_ERiS51oCNxDVqFWs3QHjSXji3Mt9NmS1jPs5rJQV3CzUwbcy1A/s1600/5688646037_5f541c7011_z.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD60oajnJBQK69rjUQ3syrM5dpR36FLJlbP-8NwpHhZngYbbaCseRwGFQgYCSbU0p1a3X7s-m23vUiE6MUC5k_ERiS51oCNxDVqFWs3QHjSXji3Mt9NmS1jPs5rJQV3CzUwbcy1A/s320/5688646037_5f541c7011_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685288261795088882" /></a></div><div>Baby is due at the beginning of February! Please keep us all in your prayers.</div>JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06551704350303022227noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-71847575126618011302011-09-15T15:01:00.003-05:002011-09-15T15:16:39.944-05:00Button Tai<div>A friend of mine is now making these amazing baby carriers to sell. If you know of any mothers looking for practical, cute and affordable baby carriers this one is great. I am saving up to get one too!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM5spYBX6TUW82nAgezQi_g2TNqEn_x4sDpmO3bf-SM5hg-BMVhv14zvVIympgOcByLeQNWnX7VsZ0UOxjZpVtBKW4g58T2Dl9-BXN7Tgd2aaKbP9C5H6n97eiIyPqRr7gQUuE/s1600/button+tai.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM5spYBX6TUW82nAgezQi_g2TNqEn_x4sDpmO3bf-SM5hg-BMVhv14zvVIympgOcByLeQNWnX7VsZ0UOxjZpVtBKW4g58T2Dl9-BXN7Tgd2aaKbP9C5H6n97eiIyPqRr7gQUuE/s320/button+tai.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652681099546862754" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/ButtonTais?ref=pr_shop"><b>Button Tai Etsy Shop</b></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.buttontais.com/"><b>Button Tai Blog</b></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span"><h2 class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal bold 12px/normal 'Josefin Sans'; text-transform: uppercase; ">From her blog: </h2><h2 class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal bold 12px/normal 'Josefin Sans'; text-transform: uppercase; "><i>A VISION</i></h2><div class="widget-content"><i>I am so excited to be on this journey with all the amazing moms, dads, sisters, brothers, parents and friends of the lucky babies who will spend some of the most formative periods of their early lives being worn! As a mother to two young children (and hopefully many more!), I quickly came to realize the invaluable gift babywearing is. My passion is to share that gift with others. I discovered the Mei Tai carrier with my second child and thought, "This is the perfect carrier. If only I had known about it sooner!" The Button Tai is my adaptation of this style of carrier. I hope it meets your needs as well as it has met (and continues to meet) mine</i></div></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><i><br /></i></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>MichaelaHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066432746879854072noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-44586557821172791042011-02-05T17:12:00.002-06:002011-02-05T18:41:19.680-06:00Oklahoma Snow<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77HA0hkyIV4/TU3ZgZgX1vI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0oWFa02iWUA/s1600/2011-02-04%2B-%2Bsnowman%2Band%2Btommy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570347464752879346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77HA0hkyIV4/TU3ZgZgX1vI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0oWFa02iWUA/s320/2011-02-04%2B-%2Bsnowman%2Band%2Btommy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77HA0hkyIV4/TU3ZgHH1PtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/S-3nGNziRho/s1600/2011-02-04%2B-%2Bsnow%2Bon%2Bvitabella%2Branch.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570347459818110674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77HA0hkyIV4/TU3ZgHH1PtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/S-3nGNziRho/s320/2011-02-04%2B-%2Bsnow%2Bon%2Bvitabella%2Branch.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>The sunshine was beautiful today as it sparkled off the melting snow. I must say that this last week was quite eventful. Monday was crazy in the city as people madly bought everything off the store shelves in a desperate attempt to prepare for the upcoming storm, everyone running to and fro -- I breathed a sigh of relief when I was back home. The blizzard came and we were happy to have a large supply of firewood on hand. Unfortunatly one by one different members of the family got sick and so we had to shuffle the farm chores to those of the family who were well. After the fierce weather died down and sun came out the whole world was in a big, fluffy white blanket. But more snow is on the way. Here is an article from the <a href="http://www.tulsaworld.com/news/article.aspx?subjectid=490&articleid=20110205_11_0_TheTul915231">Tulsa World</a> ... I guess we are in for some more snow. </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-76442851675271870902010-11-05T10:29:00.003-05:002010-11-05T10:37:53.100-05:00Inspiration and beautiful work by EZHere is a beautiful online magazine that was put together by the sister of a dear friend of mine. I love her choice of colors and design. I hope that you enjoy it to.<div><br /><i></i></div><blockquote><div><i>From the website www.creaturecomfortsblog.com: </i></div><div><i>Hello everyone! I'm so delighted today to finally introduce you to Gifted Magazine! What a whirlwind of inspiration, collaboration, fun and hard work these past few months have been. Inside the magazine you will discover incredible projects and freebies dreamed up by an amazing team of contributors, interviews with some of my favorite online friends and of course heaps of gift giving ideas. As you browse through each virtual page my hope is that you will feel a sense of excitement for the Holidays come over you and that any stress over seasonal shopping/crafting will be whisked away.<br /><br />Of course Gifted Magazine would not have been possible without each amazing contributor, you (my lovely blog readers), the support of the blogging community, and my amazing friends and family. I am overwhelmed with gratitude! Thank you for helping me to make Gifted Magazine a reality!<br /><br />Now...get reading! xo Ez</i></div></blockquote><div><i></i><br /><div><object style="width:420px;height:272px"><param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Flight%2Flayout.xml&showFlipBtn=true&documentId=101101135100-5f73d06310684c31a28dd2ddda33c58f&docName=gifted_magazine&username=creaturecomforts&loadingInfoText=Gifted%20Magazine&et=1288971237831&er=70"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="menu" value="false"><embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:420px;height:272px" flashvars="mode=embed&layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Flight%2Flayout.xml&showFlipBtn=true&documentId=101101135100-5f73d06310684c31a28dd2ddda33c58f&docName=gifted_magazine&username=creaturecomforts&loadingInfoText=Gifted%20Magazine&et=1288971237831&er=70"></embed></object><div style="width:420px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://issuu.com/creaturecomforts/docs/gifted_magazine?mode=embed&layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Flight%2Flayout.xml&showFlipBtn=true" target="_blank">Open publication</a> - Free <a href="http://issuu.com/" target="_blank">publishing</a> - <a href="http://issuu.com/search?q=christmas" target="_blank">More christmas</a></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-24660704662634620342010-09-28T21:42:00.002-05:002010-09-28T22:03:14.761-05:00Natural Dyes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nativewoodland.eu/uploads/images/Eco-coffins/natural-dyes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 378px;" src="http://www.nativewoodland.eu/uploads/images/Eco-coffins/natural-dyes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div>A few weeks ago, the <a href="http://www.tahlequahfarmersmarket.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tahlequah</span> Farmers Market</a> hosted a class on using natural dyes in Oklahoma. We gathered together in the center of the farmers market to listen and watch as Gina, a traditional fiber artist, walked us through the steps of making our own dyes at home using the resources available around us in nature. It was amazing how the simplest of resources (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ie</span>: onion skins) can be used to make very rich colors.</div>Here is a list of natural dyes from plants <a href="http://www.pioneerthinking.com/naturaldyes.html">http://www.pioneerthinking.com/naturaldyes.html</a><div><br /></div><div>The simple concept behind using natural dyes is to make a strong infusion from the plant of choice and use that as the dye bath. The material needs a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mordant</span> to help the color hold to the fabric, and throwing in a few pennies can achieve this. The material can sit in the dye for hours or days depending on how saturated of a color is desired. I am excited to begin playing with natural dyes ... I think I will begin the red onion skins since they make a beautiful green dye. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-88142874004412998102010-09-28T21:19:00.002-05:002010-09-28T21:28:05.277-05:00Soil Survey Online<div>We stopped into the local OSU Agriculture dept office in Tahlequah and talked with Rodger about living off the land and what we can grow in our area. He directed us to an online soil survey site that has a very detailed map of the different soil types in each area. It is easy to use and very fascinating to learn what types of soil are available. </div><div>Here is the site: <a href="http://websoilsurvey.nrcs.usda.gov/app/HomePage.htm">http://websoilsurvey.nrcs.usda.gov/app/HomePage.htm</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Have fun exploring your area!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-37668388557563354782010-09-14T17:49:00.003-05:002010-09-16T16:25:28.504-05:00Natural Building in Clear CreekI am back from a workshop in Oregon and ready to begin putting our Oklahoma dirt to work. My friend and I will be building a small cob cottage using the local resources we have around our area ... dirt, sand, straw, and lots of rocks. We also have a large forest of cedar trees which will be used primarily for the rafters and roofing. For those not familiar with cob, it is similar to adobe. <a href="http://www.greenhomebuilding.com/cob.htm">Click here to learn more about Cob</a><div><br /></div><div>We completed <a href="http://www.cobcottage.com/node/264">The $1000 House! A complete Cob 17 day intensive</a></div><div><a href="http://www.cobcottage.com/node/264"></a>course at the Cob Cottage Company in Oregon. Here is a picture of one of the example buildings -- super cute!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tinyhouseblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/cob1.jpg"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tinyhouseblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/cob1.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 175px; " src="http://tinyhouseblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/cob1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div>I plan to post our progress and share the joy of building with our hands.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-49554772645945447282010-03-08T11:58:00.005-06:002010-03-08T14:38:17.266-06:00Coloring Page - Jesus and the children<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.postercheckout.com/PrintImages/NYG/jpgs/AB679.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.postercheckout.com/PrintImages/NYG/jpgs/AB679.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77HA0hkyIV4/S5U7_4wHsvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ebGO11_CsUI/s1600-h/IMG_4319.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77HA0hkyIV4/S5U7_4wHsvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ebGO11_CsUI/s400/IMG_4319.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446325293126497010" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77HA0hkyIV4/S5U7TRs2HsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CU_w4dGNiHM/s1600-h/coloring+page.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77HA0hkyIV4/S5U7TRs2HsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CU_w4dGNiHM/s400/coloring+page.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446324526729535170" /></a>Here is some artwork I sketched for Mother Teresa's sisters down in Texas where they have a home for pregnant women. It is based off the colored picture at the top by Vogel Von Vogelstein. My time visiting the sisters for a few days was wonderful and I am sure I will return in the future to volunteer again. I thought some of you may enjoy the picture as a coloring page for children. You can click on either image to see a full size version. Also, I apologize for the poor quality ... I took a photo of the sketch and then tried to fix it up a bit in Photoshop.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-19632285480724953442010-03-03T10:06:00.002-06:002010-03-03T10:18:00.991-06:00Celtic Spring on Clear Creek<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rgmbooking.com/artists/celtic_spring/celtic_spring_f.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://www.rgmbooking.com/artists/celtic_spring/celtic_spring_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div>My dad found this post on the Celtic Spring blog from back during their visit to Clear Creek about a year ago. I had fun reading over it and thought I would pass it along to those who like reading about the happenings here.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.celticspringband.com/index.htm?inc=59&blog_id=3460&page_id=14067">http://www.celticspringband.com/index.htm?inc=59&blog_id=3460&page_id=14067</a></div><div><br /></div><div></div><blockquote><div><i>From Dallas we drove on to Oklahoma, where we would be performing on St. Patrick’s Day. We were performing in the small town of Pryor, about 45 minutes east of Tulsa, and also about 45 minutes north of one of our favorite monasteries in the United States, Clear Creek Monastery. (Are you, reader, detecting that we like monasteries?) Clear Creek is another Benedictine Monastery that has a very interesting and very recent history. About 40years ago, a wonderful man, John Senior, started the Integrated Humanities Program at the University of Kansas. He loved the “Great Books,” and his love was infectious. After studying under him throughout college, a group of young men embraced the Catholic faith and then went in search of the heart of Benedictine Monasticism at the 1000 year old Monastery of Fongombault in France. The Benedictines follow the rule of its founder St. Benedict, whose motto for his monks is Ora et Labora, Prayer and Work.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>In 1999,the American monks at Fontgombault were asked to bring their Benedictine spirituality to the United States and they began to build a monastery in the wilds of eastern Oklahoma, a huge undertaking. We had the pleasure of visiting them early on and even performing for them in a rugged clearing next to the creek with a large fallen tree for their seating, and then performed later in Tulsa for one of their fund raisers. Our first visit Mass was said in metal roofed shed-like buildings. We had heard that they had since built their residence, and also the crypt for their , Church. They have had to become rugged pioneers, clearing rocky, tree covered hilly land to grow their own food to provide for themselves. Families have begun to buy land in the surrounding countyside and are also taking on “pioneering.” We knew one of the families, the Lawless family, who had moved from Southern California and we had it on our itinerary to also visit them. Greg and I have also held on to a dream of buying land out in the country near a monastery and attempting self-sufficiency, and we are awed by families that have done this.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Our soundcheck was scheduled for late afternoon and we were grateful to have a morning and afternoon to go to the Monastery. We got directions from Tim Lawless, the dad, and our first stop would be his house. From there we would go to the Monastery for 11:00 Mass. Because the Benedictines have hospitality written into their rule, Mass is at a very civilized hour. Of course the monks rise very early in the morning for prayer. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>We drove for about forty minutes, taking all kinds of turns off various highways until we finally turned on to a road that very soon became a gravel road. We traversed this road for a long while before making several turns at odd roadmarks. The road got rougher and rougher and we bumped more and more with our big black St. Michael van (just washed right before our CA departure), finally arriving at a very rugged property with a big house, quickly emptying of a lot of happy faces of all ages. We were re- introduced to Tim and Teresa Lawless, and met seven of their eight children. (We had met the family once after Mass in San Diego, and our girls had gone to college with the oldest son.) We were graciously welcomed by the whole family. The children went off to meet the horse and cows, Greg went off with Tim to hear about their country life, and I visited with Teresa. Tim and Teresa were both native Californians and seemed quite happy in their rugged OK life. The land looked quite harsh to me--- all tree covered and rocky. Spring had not yet come, so everything looked dead and bleak. (This made California look like a tropical paradise!) I measure a land’s viability by whether roses could thrive. I am not sure one could even dig a hole to plant a rose in this place, Teresa showed me her new wooden planting boxes where she would plant herbs. It seemed that every project there was labor intensive--- but families were moving there and some were further along in actually being able to farm--- the Lawless family hoped to clear land to raise cattle. Suddenly we realized that it was past time to leave for Mass. As the crow flies, the Lawless family was about three miles from the Mastery, but by the rough roads it was nine miles. With Michelle Lawless as guide we sped our way through the nine miles of bumps and pot-holes, and made Mass just in time. (I was beginning to feel very sorry for our St. Michael van--- he was not used to these OK country roads.) </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>The Mass was awesome--- the monks chant the Tridentine Mass in Latin. Even the readings were chanted in Latin. I was following along in a missal and for the first time was deeply moved by that particular liturgy. I was too young to remember the Tridentine Mass from childhood and we have attended several since Pope Benedict made it accessible to all. My children have complained that they had had a difficult time following, but I am sure that all is needed is more familiarity. The missal explained the significance of every action of the priest and there was a richness that has been diminished in the Post Vatican II liturgy.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>There seemed to be many monks--- about 40, and Elizabeth recognized young men from Thomas Aquinas College. After Mass, Fr. Bethel gave us a little tour. He explained that there are many vocations but not enough money to build fast enough. There are not even enough rooms for all the monks, so some live in shed like buildings next to the monks residence. Fr. Bethel explained that a hardship of building a monastery in the modern world is that funds have to be in place for the building of the church, instead of just being able to build one stone at a time, and take 100 years if necessary. It is either all or nothing--- well not exactly nothing. The crypt is built and that is where Mass and prayers are sung. But these beautiful and worthy monks need a church--- so if any of our dear readers feel so inclined, please remember these monks in your generosity. www.clearcreekmonks.org Fr. Bethel took the male folk of our family into the residence, and the girls and I visited with Fr. Bachman, a wonderful monk from Canada that I had known when he was student at Thomas Aquinas College more than 25 years ago. I remember when he was a senior and telling me about his vocation to be a monk at Fontgombault. I do not think he ever imagined what God had in store for him. But his countenance reveals nothing but joy and acceptance of the Divine Will. He always looked to me like an angel, fair skinned and blue eyed, and somewhat frail, now he is tanned, rugged and hearty looking from the manual labor at Clear Creek: clearing forests, raising goats, farming. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>We made a hasty visit to the bookstore, bought a stack of books, including John Senior’s Restoration of Christian Culture, which we have loved! Greg, always eager for the next meal, was worried that we were overstaying our monastery visit, and compromising our time for lunch with the Lawless family. So we made a mad dash of the nine bumpy miles back to their home. Michaela Lawless, a cousin whose family had first moved out and bought land near the monastery, made a feast of a lunch--- real California Mexican food, including a pile of freshly cut avocadoes. (They must have come at a dear price to the wilds of OK) We ate more than our fill---which proved to be propitious as we were at the door of our misadventure. Again, a sad time had come. It was forty five minutes to our sound check in Pryor, and again we had to rush off. Back to another death-defying dash over bumps and holes towards our destination. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>We were almost off the gravel roads when the girls announced that there was an odd sound underneath their side of the car. Our van is so long, that we could not hear it, but the car was beginning to feel strange. Greg pulled over to investigate. We had a flat on our right rear tire--- not just a flat but a completely torn up tire. So much for all those speedy rides... I was just marvelling the day before how with 75,000 miles of travel with St. Michael in two years we have been very blessed to have had no breakdowns, and little problems. (If you remember, a semi backed up into us on an exit ramp off a freeway at 3:00 a.m. as we were crossing into Canada, but at least we did not have to at a soundcheck.) I think these troubles happen to just remind us to not take anything for granted. Each day and moment is a blessing that is not owed to us.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>We had never changed a flat on this van, and found the jack, which did not look quite up to the task for our very long and large vehicle. We called Tim Lawless thinking that we might need some help and he might have a heftier jack. Greg and the boys set to work, and Tim soon joined. I called AAA knowing that if we needed help, we were miles from anywhere, and they would take a long while to get to us. All seemed to be going fine, so I cancelled the AAA request. As the men were tightening down the lug bolts on the spare, they were not all tightening properly. Something did not seem quite right, but three seemed very secure, so we though we could at least get to our sound check and deal with the tire the next day. We piled in and Greg proceeded to drive, but the van would not move. OH NO!!! IT was hard not to PANIC. We have never missed a show--- we nearly did recently fighting LA traffic this past Christmas Eve, but even then, we managed to get there in time.</i></div><div><i>Furthermore, this was a rather important show, on St. Patrick’s day and well promoted. (We even saw a video of us on a large marquee, when we arrived at the hotel the night before.)</i></div><div><i>We called the presenter and explained the situation, but assured her that we would arrive and still have time to do the sound check and perform. I called back AAA and asked them to send a tow truck. We knew the situation was rather bleak, as the nearest Dodge dealership was an hour away in Tulsa. Furthermore,we had to be performing “Live” on cable TV in Birmingham two days later. Tim, most kind and gracious, piled us into his large van somehow fitting in all of our equipment, the floor, keyboard, instruments, and all of us except Greg. We would go on to Pryor, and he would deal with the van and the tow truck. We had never had to set up and sound check before without Greg. But you do what you have to do. (The band had left Sean and me behind one time, when Sean had a ruptured appendix and was hospitalized for two weeks.) </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>We were able to successfully set up and sound check, and Greg showed up far earlier than we ever expected him. (I would have been satisfied if he showed up just in time for the show.) Most kind and gracious Teresa Lawless and Michelle took Greg in another car as soon as the tow truck showed up. So all went well that night, and that crowd celebrated St. Patrick’s Day in fine style. We were happy to meet other families from the Monastery “neighborhood” that had come out for the show. The presenter, Kim Risner, was a very gracious woman also, taking all the stress in stride and having a lovely vegetarian dinner for us just to our tastes. Since we were still car-less, all of our equipment was very kindly delivered to our hotel by the mayor of Pryor. The Lawless family invited our children back to their home and the plan seemed fine, seeing that we were not going anywhere until we at best went to Tulsa to pick up the van the next day. Tim and Teresa left us their little car and piled all their 7 children and our six into their van. We now had two empty hotel rooms and our room full of all the equipment. I felt rather homeless, because our Sprinter van, St. Michael, is like our home when we are on the road. I could only imagine how much running around we would have to do the next day, and Greg mentioned the unimaginable scenario that the van might not be repairable in one day, and we still had to be in Birmingham on the 19th, with an eight hour drive before us.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>We received the dreaded news that next morning. Greg and I decided to head to Tulsa for Mass at the Cathedral, since we knew we would have to pick up the van there. On the way I received the phone call that we had put in the wrong sized lugbolts on the spare tire and we had ruined the axle and the brakes, and the nearest axle replacement was in Michigan, The job would be finished on Monday or Tuesday. (We had obligations in California on Monday.) I explained the situation and asked if the axle could be flown from Michigan. I was told that that was a possibility. The soonest the car could be ready if the part arrived by Friday morning via plane was Friday afternoon. We still had to be in Birmingham what was now the next day. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>To explain the lugbolts... we had in the usual manner put the original lugbolts on the spare tire. I was told that we were supposed to use new bolts which were shorter on the spare. That info came 12 hours too late. Where was the warning on the spare tire??? I am in friendly negotiations with Sprinter/Dodge Headquarters about this $1000. repair bill and $700. van rental bill.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>After Mass we began to pursue van rentals. That is not usually a problem, but it was spring break and every large van was rented, and most companies did not even have mini-vans. The only three mini-vans we found were three times as costly as usual--- supply and demand economics at work. At this point I called our contact at EWTN cable TV, thinking that maybe Michael Masney would have some ideas. Maybe EWTN had access to cheap flights and we could fly to Birmingham from Tulsa. I must have scared him as well, because we learned later that he had told Doug Barry, the show co-host, that the show was cancelled. We would never not show up, but Michael did not know what stuff we are made of. Our main purpose for this tour was our invitation from EWTN that we received immediately after being on EWTN at this time last year, and we would be there. We drove to the Tulsa airport to rent the van for $230. per day for three days. There was a fellow renting a mini-van at the same AVIS counter at the same moment renting a nicer van for $69. per day. He had just made a reservation earlier. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>We left the airport with the van and returned to Pryor where we now had to store our floor and keyboard, and everything that was not essential for the TV show. We had to fit eight people and instruments and sound equipment in the mini-van. We called the Harrison Library in Pryor, who had co-sponsored our show along with the OK Arts Council, to see if we could store our extra equipment there. More graciousness, as we were told that that was fine. We loaded up the mini-van with all the equipment, and it did fit, with seats down and no extra bodies. We unloaded at the library, again feeling quite homeless and humble---these folk had never seen our spiffy, shiny, black, Mercedes-made Sprinter van.</i></div><div><i>I did not want to drive on those horrible roads again, but our children were still happily at the Lawless family’s home. (They had wanted to spend more time with the family, so they got their wish fulfilled!) So back out again to the wilds of the monastery “neighborhood” where we were reunited with our children. We departed for the nine hour drive to Birmingham at 7:00 p.m. It was going to be a long night and I knew who would be driving into the wee hours.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>The children entertained us with tales of their day. The girls had gone to the cousins’ home and were happy to tell us that their place looked much less intimidating with regard to ,</i></div><div><i>farming. This other Lawless family had bought an already working farm and had cattle,goats, and chickens. They were able to do much for themselves and the older children were already buying land from the parents on which to someday farm themselves. Our younger children had spent the day riding horses and exploring. They told us that upon arriving back at the Lawless home at 11:00 p.m., the cow still had to be milked and the job belonged to 16 year old Katie who went out to the animal enclosure with a big knife and the two German Shephard dogs, because there were many eyes to be seen glowing in the forest... probably just deer, but intimidating nonetheless. My young people learned the definition of “redneck” during their stay. The Lawless family says, with much humor, they are “rednecks” because they have three cars that don't move and a house that does. I think half our gang thought homesteading in rural OK to be the life, and the other half prefer the civilities of paved roads and towns nearby with health food stores and cafes. I just want to be able to grow roses and to be near a monastery, and have a milk cow, and a forest for wood, and a large field for a garden. If anyone has any ideas, please let me know???</i></div><div></div></blockquote><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-336729905072258282010-02-18T07:33:00.002-06:002010-02-18T07:41:52.938-06:00Liturgical Year Online<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sacramentals.com/Images/LiturgicalYear.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 152px;" src="http://www.sacramentals.com/Images/LiturgicalYear.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><br /><div>I was excited to find this morning the entire text online for <a href="http://www.liturgialatina.org/lityear/contents.htm">THE LITURGICAL YEAR</a> <a href="http://www.liturgialatina.org/lityear/contents.htm">BY THE VERY REV. DOM PROSPER GUÉRANGER, ABBOT OF SOLESMES</a>. We have the entire set of books and have found them very helpful to keeping in step with the Liturgy of the monks of Clear Creek. I would very much recommend if you are looking for some good reading material to help set a good tone for lent to read Chapter 3 on the practice of Lent : <a href="http://www.liturgialatina.org/lityear/lent/lent3.htm">http://www.liturgialatina.org/lityear/lent/lent3.htm</a> </div><a href="http://www.liturgialatina.org/lityear/contents.htm"><br /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-44529333204349642922010-02-14T10:27:00.002-06:002010-02-14T10:33:10.860-06:00Online articles on Clear Creek Monastery<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thomasaquinas.edu/news/newsletter/2010/Winter/Photos/p6-Monks-IMG_5065.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 203px;" src="http://www.thomasaquinas.edu/news/newsletter/2010/Winter/Photos/p6-Monks-IMG_5065.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Into Lesser Silence: <a href="http://catholicinformation.aquinasandmore.com/2009/11/17/into-lesser-silence-part-i/">http://catholicinformation.aquinasandmore.com/2009/11/17/into-lesser-silence-part-i/</a><div>Worshiping God for His own sake:<a href="http://www.thomasaquinas.edu/news/newsletter/2010/Winter/09%20Worshiping%20God%20for%20His%20Own%20Sake.html">http://www.thomasaquinas.edu/news/newsletter/2010/Winter/09%20Worshiping%20God%20for%20His%20Own%20Sake.html</a></div><div>*Hat tip to my friend Mr. KK and a long time friend to the monks of Clear Creek</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-80981532259330852902010-02-02T16:01:00.003-06:002010-02-02T16:22:03.394-06:00Sacred Arts Academy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sites.google.com/site/redfernacademy/_/rsrc/1256172327977/the-academy/2.JPG?height=273&width=420"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 273px;" src="http://sites.google.com/site/redfernacademy/_/rsrc/1256172327977/the-academy/2.JPG?height=273&width=420" border="0" alt="" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span><a href="http://www.sacredartsacademy.org/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">http://www.sacredartsacademy.org/</span></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(86, 85, 85); line-height: 19px; font-family:georgia;font-size:13px;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">T</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">he Sacred Arts Academy was founded in 2009 i</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">n an effort to respond to the call of the Second Vatican council to establish a place of learning for Catholic artist to be trained</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">. The goal is for the Academy to be located in the United Sates, and offer a wide range of programs focusing on both figurative and decorative arts in several media. It exists not only </span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">to teach</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> technical expertise but also to foster in studying artists an understanding of </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">art's quest, its deepest purpose and its promise</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center; "><i><span style="font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">"Art, in all its forms, at the point where it encounters the great questions of our existence,<br />the fundamental themes that give life its meaning, can take on a religious quality, thereby<br />turning into a path of profound inner reflection and spirituality."</span></span><b><span style="font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></b></i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /> HIS HOLINESS POPE BENEDICT XVI</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">, Address to Artists<br /></span> <span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">November 21, 2009 - Sistine Chapel </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br />In its very humble beginnings the Sacred Arts Academy offers an intensive drawing and painting workshop</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> in Florence with an emphasis both on the specific study of the human figure as well as that great artistic tradition which flourished to extraordinary heights precisely within the Catholic context. Here we will also investigate</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> the means by which theology can be expressed in art and strive to impart insight into the intimate relationship between art and the Liturgy. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><i><span style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">"We need you </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">[artists]</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">...and if we were deprived of your assistance our ministry would become faltering<br />and uncertain, and a special effort would be needed, one might say, to make it artistic,<br />even prophetic. In order to scale the heights of lyrical expression of intuitive beauty,<br />priesthood would have to coincide with art." </span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> HIS HOLINESS POPE PAUL VI</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">, addressing artists<br /> May 7th, 1964</span><br /></div></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-19467454586429241322010-01-21T20:01:00.003-06:002010-01-21T20:15:36.156-06:00Parish Christmas Decorations<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77HA0hkyIV4/S1kIASlEgsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/leHHCBGIDOk/s1600-h/IMG_0542.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77HA0hkyIV4/S1kIASlEgsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/leHHCBGIDOk/s320/IMG_0542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429379626852188866" /></a>I had said that I would try to post a picture from the Christmas decorations that the youth put together for the Christmas day mass in Clear Creek --- and here it is. I guess it is better late than never (lol). A friend and I made the wreaths from cedar branches on our property, and some of the girls sewed the tapestry behind out lady and the center crucifix. I wish we had a picture of the suspended candle holders that lined either side of the church -- it really added an extra touch. It was very special to be able work with friends to prepare the church for the Christ child. Picture credit goes to a fellow Clear Creek friend :-)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-36550108257005475072010-01-13T16:58:00.005-06:002010-01-13T17:23:30.030-06:00Tulsa March For Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77HA0hkyIV4/S05Q9rYyhUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zG9tB8xjmYQ/s1600-h/Tulsa_March_for_Life_poster_12-16-09.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77HA0hkyIV4/S05Q9rYyhUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zG9tB8xjmYQ/s320/Tulsa_March_for_Life_poster_12-16-09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426363621576967490" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><div id="idOWAReplyText59168"><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Sans';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;font-size:16px;"></span></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Sans';color:#00FFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div id="idOWAReplyText59168"><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Abortion was legalized in the United States 37 years ago this month. Since then over 50 million babies have lost their lives to abortion. Pray for an end to abortion and join Most Rev. Bishop Edward J. Slattery who will celebrate the Mass for Life at Holy Family Cathedral at 5:00pm on January 22, 2010. After Mass join Bishop Edward J. Slattery and participate in the 1st Tulsa March for Life. The March starts at Holy Family Cathedral and ends at 6th & Boston at the new Chapman Centennial Green where a rally will take place. A rally will be held approximately 30 minutes long with three speakers. Dr. Kevin Donovan will speak on when life begins, Cynthia Carney will share her testimony of having an abortion and Dr. McCutchens from Mount Zion Baptist Church will speak how abortion has impacted the black community.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I am enclosing a pdf file of the 'official' poster for our first-ever Tulsa March for Life. Please feel free to download and print out a many copies as you need to:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">post this weekend around your church campus</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">ask people to bring one home</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">ask volunteers to post them in coffee shops, food stores, and other community bulletin boards.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">If you have any questions please feel free to contact me or go to our blog at tulsamarchforlife.wordpress.com. Thank you for your time.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">For Life,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Tracy Callicoat</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Diocese of Tulsa</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Family Life, Pro-Life and Natural Family Planning</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" face="'Times New Roman'" size="12pt" style="margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">tracy[dot]callicoat[at]dioceseoftulsa[dot]org</span></p><div><br /></div><p></p></div></div><div id="idSignature72875"><div></div></div></span></span><p></p></div></div><div id="idSignature72875"><div></div></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-66564386055967475292010-01-10T18:32:00.009-06:002010-01-10T18:44:11.139-06:00Mes Aïeux - Dégénération (English Subtitles)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Here is the link for a good 'back to the basics' song. It is in Canadian French with English subtitles.</span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Youtube: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKCRHhmHvjg&feature=player_embedded">Mes Aïeux - Dégénération (English Subtitles)</a></span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Here are the lyrics:</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"><p><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mes Aïeux</span></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />Album : Tire-Toi Une Bûche</span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ton arrière-arrière-grand-père, il a défriché la terre<br />Ton arrière-grand-père, il a labouré la terre<br />Et pis ton grand-père a rentabilisé la terre<br />Pis ton père, il l’a vendue pour devenir fonctionnaire</span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Et pis toi, mon p’tit gars, tu l’sais pus c’que tu vas faire<br />Dans ton p’tit trois et demi bien trop cher, frette en hiver<br />Il te vient des envies de devenir propriétaire<br />Et tu rêves la nuit d’avoir ton petit lopin de terre</span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ton arrière-arrière-grand-mère, elle a eu quatorze enfants<br />Ton arrière-grand-mère en a eu quasiment autant<br />Et pis ta grand-mère en a eu trois c’tait suffisant<br />Pis ta mère en voulait pas ; toi t’étais un accident</span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Et pis toi, ma p’tite fille, tu changes de partenaire tout l’temps<br />Quand tu fais des conneries, tu t’en sauves en avortant<br />Mais y’a des matins, tu te réveilles en pleurant<br />Quand tu rêves la nuit d’une grande table entourée d’enfants</span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ton arrière-arrière-grand-père a vécu la grosse misère<br />Ton arrière-grand-père, il ramassait les cennes noires<br />Et pis ton grand-père – miracle ! – est devenu millionnaire<br />Ton père en a hérité, il l’a tout mis dans ses RÉERs</span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Et pis toi, p’tite jeunesse, tu dois ton cul au ministère<br />Pas moyen d’avoir un prêt dans une institution bancaire<br />Pour calmer tes envies de hold-uper la caissière<br />Tu lis des livres qui parlent de simplicité volontaire</span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tes arrière-arrière-grands-parents, ils savaient comment fêter<br />Tes arrière-grands-parents, ça swignait fort dans les veillées<br />Pis tes grands-parents ont connu l’époque yé-yé<br />Tes parents, c’tait les discos ; c’est là qu’ils se sont rencontrés</span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Et pis toi, mon ami, qu’est-ce que tu fais de ta soirée ?<br />Éteins donc ta tivi ; faut pas rester encabané<br />Heureusement que dans’ vie certaines choses refusent de changer<br />Enfile tes plus beaux habits car nous allons ce soir danser…</span></span></span></p></span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-58640915585289691852010-01-07T07:59:00.004-06:002010-01-07T08:12:18.231-06:00Ars Gratis Artis or Ars Gratis Hominis?<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">by Thomas Storck</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77HA0hkyIV4/S0XrVyUKB4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/w0RJWN8IS0c/s1600-h/the_annu.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77HA0hkyIV4/S0XrVyUKB4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/w0RJWN8IS0c/s320/the_annu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424000085753726850" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; white-space: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">My friend sent me a link to this article on art and culture. </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I found it very intriguing. Enjoy!</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Entire Article:</span></span></span></span></div><a href="http://www.caelumetterra.com/cet_backissues/article.cfm?ID=18"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">http://www.caelumetterra.com/cet_backissues/article.cfm?ID=</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">18</span></span></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Some highlights from the article:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">The fact that objects originally intended for use, in this case to accompany worship, are now in museums instead of in churches is a significant fact that reveals something of the great cultural changes that the West has undergone in the past three centuries. For our civilization has taken art out of life and placed it in special institutions, such as museums or concert halls, to be viewed or listened to at special times, away from our normal lives.</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Now at the same time that artists were growing apart from the rest of society, the rest of society was being robbed of its best art. Much of the great religious art was carted off to museums, and few contemporary composers wrote liturgical music really suitable for use in church. Of course this did not mean that there was no music or art in churches, simply that what there was too often not of a caliber to lift anyone's soul to God.</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">The average person does not visit art museums or listen to classical music, but his average ancestor of our Western culture worshipped in churches containing the best art in the world and heard the best music, whether it was simple plainchant or the complexities of the Baroque. In some degree, the average modern man has been taught to regard good art and music as alien to him.</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">The remedy instead lies in all of us submitting to the yoke of Christ, in cultural as in all other matters, and being willing to jettison both the sophisticated pornography of the elite as well as the false sentimentality of the masses. Only in this way can our culture be unified and the social reign of Jesus Christ the King commence once more.</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><div><br /></div></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-18941773521797586482009-12-01T14:32:00.004-06:002009-12-01T16:40:24.437-06:00Returning to America - leaving France<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77HA0hkyIV4/SxWaU00BgUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/j0lrvYTZ6VQ/s1600/IMG_3735.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77HA0hkyIV4/SxWaU00BgUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/j0lrvYTZ6VQ/s320/IMG_3735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410400209920426306" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><br /></span></div>Well, my time in France is now drawing to a close ... it is sad to leave such a charming, quaint country full of so much tradition and history. A part of my heart will stay here (I am sure) and I will take back with me many beautiful memories and stories that I will keep with me forever. Au revoir France!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-66691730166656999892009-11-24T16:29:00.003-06:002009-11-24T16:33:58.929-06:00St. Therese and the Requiem Mass for Father de Feydeau<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">From the blog : </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://gospel-anglican.blogspot.com/2009/11/st-therese-and-requiem-mass-for-father.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">How can I keep from singing</span></span></span></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></div><blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>November 18th : Preached this morning from the requiem by the Prior, Father Anderson - who on Saturday buried his own mother.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">+ Requiem Mass</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Reverend Father Dom Francois de Feydeau de Saint-Christophe November 17, 2009</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">For unto thy faithful, O Lord, life is changed, not taken away: and the abode of this earthly sojourn being dissolved, an eternal dwelling is prepared in heaven (Preface of the Dead)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ;</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My very dear Brother Monks,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The words just quoted from the Preface for the Requiem Mass express the Faith of the Church that shines in the face of the darkest trial that assails the human heart—that is to say the sad reality of death.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Rooted in the Most Precious Blood and water that poured forth from the side of the Savior on Calvary, the Faith comes to our aid in this moment of sorrow, reminding us of Christ’s eternal victory over sin, the world and the “enemy death that shall be destroyed last, until he hath put all his enemies under his feet”. (I Cor. 15:26)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sharing in this same Faith and making it “earn interest” like the good servant of the parable, that great Theologian of the Little Way, Saint Therese of the Child Jesus of Lisieux gives us her particular insight into the reality of bodily death. As she neared her own end at the age of twenty-four this young Doctor of the Church made the boldest of</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">affirmations: “I die not; I enter into life.” When a man or a woman--in particular a religious--comes to that crucial moment of the great passage to the other side of things, the truth comes forth without pretention. Saint Therese affirms her belief in eternal life, not in order simply to comfort us, but rather because it is the truth.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Of course, the Saint of Lisieux did not mean to dismiss the possibility of Hell or Purgatory, but having made her great discovery concerning the Merciful Love of God, to which she consecrated herself as a victim of Divine Mercy, she simply was beyond doubting that the Judge of Heaven and Earth would forgive her every fault if she only remained small--very small--with the trust of a little child. And lest we be tempted to think that it was on her merits as a Carmelite nun that she felt so bold in presenting herself to the just Judge, she affirms categorically that she will appear before Him with “empty hands”, that is to say without the merits any good works to speak of--save her childlike confidence itself.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Saint Therese liked to quote the line from that other great doctor of Carmel, Saint John of the Cross, who said that “on the evening of this life it is on love that we will be judged”. Although she felt quite incapable of performing the feats of asceticism that we so admire in the great Saints, she knew for a fact that there was immense love in her heart—better yet, she knew that her vocation was to be the love in the heart of her mother the Church.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As we prepare to commit the mortal remains of a beloved monk to the earth, to that very earth from which the first man was taken, we do well not to forget the luminous path traced by so many saints—from Our Blessed Father Saint Benedict to Saint Therese of Lisieux--that have illumined the world and transfigured the experience of death. Above all we must not forget what Our Lord said about the need for the grain of wheat to die, in order that it not remain sterile but produce much fruit. If we cannot help feeling the bitter grief of seeing a father and brother stolen away from the visible plane of our existence, we must not act like the pagans of yesterday and today, who live without real love in this world and without hope for the next.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">May Our Lady of a Happy Dying, Notre-Dame du Bien Mourir, so venerated at Fontgombault Abbey, our mother-house in France, who manifestly helped our brother through the narrow passage of his last days, obtain for us all to die so well. Thus having followed the path of our monastic spirituality, in imitation of the Ecce, Fiat of the Virgin of Nazareth, may we all come to take our places in the eternal liturgical celebrations of Heaven in the presence of God and of the Lamb. Amen.</span></span></div><div></div></blockquote><div><br /></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-56919550277082484642009-11-24T15:08:00.007-06:002009-11-24T16:26:28.156-06:00Article by Father Prior<div>There have been some interesting finds about Clear Creek lately during some of my searches on the internet --- Like this:</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dioceseoftulsa.org/eoc/eoc200906.pdf"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77HA0hkyIV4/SwxWCoP8jZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RCZQ5U1xKPM/s320/ScreenHunter_02+Nov.+24+15.51.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407791855729151378" /></a><b><br /></b><a href="http://www.dioceseoftulsa.org/eoc/eoc200906.pdf"><b>Article here</b></a><b> </b><div><b></b>From June 2009 issue of Eastern Oklahoma Catholic -- see article on page 14.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14577806.post-71245397963296953492009-11-24T10:04:00.005-06:002009-11-24T10:31:03.004-06:00Pope Benedict to Artists<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77HA0hkyIV4/SwwJK6GdcyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0CxkbMTr9wg/s1600/6a00d83455850e69e20120a5f3f138970c-500wi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77HA0hkyIV4/SwwJK6GdcyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0CxkbMTr9wg/s200/6a00d83455850e69e20120a5f3f138970c-500wi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407707335564817186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">art by </span><a href="http://www.langleyart.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">James Langley</span></a></div><div><a href="http://www.langleyart.com/"></a><br /><a href="http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/speeches/2009/november/documents/hf_ben-xvi_spe_20091121_artisti_en.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">MEETING WITH ARTISTS<br /><br />ADDRESS OF HIS HOLINESS BENEDICT XVI<br /><br />Sistine Chapel<br />Saturday, 21 November 2009l</span></span></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Here are some of my favorite lines from the speech:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“This world in which we live needs beauty in order not to sink into despair. Beauty, like truth, brings joy to the human heart, and is that precious fruit which resists the erosion of time, which unites generations and enables them to be one in admiration. And all this through the work of your hands . . . Remember that you are the custodians of beauty in the world.”</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"The experience of beauty does not remove us from reality, on the contrary, it leads to a direct encounter with the daily reality of our lives, liberating it from darkness, transfiguring it, making it radiant and beautiful."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Beauty is a key to the mystery and a call to transcendence”</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Simone Weil wrote in this regard: “In all that awakens within us the pure and authentic sentiment of beauty, there, truly, is the presence of God. There is a kind of incarnation of God in the world, of which beauty is the sign."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><a href="http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/speeches/2009/november/documents/hf_ben-xvi_spe_20091121_artisti_en.html">Link to speech on vatican website here</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">*Hat-tip to Genevieve at <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><a href="http://www.goldenbooklist.blogspot.com/">http://www.goldenbooklist.blogspot.com/</a> </span></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0