My Commonplace Book

“Nothing was more characteristic…in the thirties
than the little notebooks with black covers
which he always carried with him
in which he tirelessly entered in the form of quotations
what daily living and reading netted him
in the way of “pearls” and “coral.”
On occasion he read them aloud,
showed them around like items
from a choice and precious collection.”
~  Hannah Arendt

Different colored pens, scissors, and a glue stick…

Part travelogue…

It’s permanently overstuffed…

and includes remnants of a pocket calendar I couldn’t bear to toss…
Isn’t our corner of the world [picture above] just about too beautiful?

a newspaper clipping about a medical mission…

It’s really a silva rerum (forest of things),
full of stuff which has no other home,
including one of the my favorite postcards.
My beloved Latin teacher sent this from New York.
On the back it says:
“As you can see, people everywhere are eager to learn Latin.”

“We look for visions of heaven and we never dream
that all the time God is in the commonplace things
and people around us.”
~Oswald Chambers

Looking Out and Gathering Up



We should give attention to reading,
every day that we live.

We should strive to bring all our reading
to bear on our work.

We ought to keep our eyes open continually,
and be ever picking up ideas for our ministry–
as we travel by the way,
as we sit by the fireside,
as we are standing on the platform
at the railway station.

We should be keeping in our mind’s eye
our Master’s business–
observing, noting, looking out,
gathering up something
that will throw fresh light on our work,
and enable us to put the truth in a more striking way.

He that looks out for something to learn
will always be able to learn something.

Advice to Those Who Serve
~ J. C. Ryle
(updated English by Tony Capoccia)

Laying Foundations

To A Son on His 16th Birthday

Every moment that you now lose; is so much character and advantage lost; as, on the other hand, every moment that you now employ usefully, is so much time wisely laid out, at most prodigious interest. These two years must lay the foundations of all the knowledge that you will ever have; you may build upon them afterwards as much as you please, but it will be too late to lay any new ones.

                               ~   Lord Chesterfield, letter to his son Philip Stanhope, May 1748

So….what do you think?  What exactly are the foundations?  Is it too late after age 18?  I heartily agree with the first sentence, but I have my doubts about the second.  I agree with the principle in general.  Hmmm.


Pray Without Ceasing

I read the final installment of a Wendell Berry short story to my husband last night.  The story, Pray Without Ceasing, is a story of friendship, violence, sorrow, mercy and forgiveness.  It is a coming of age story, when a defining moment transforms Mat Feltner from a boy to a man. As we approached the last three pages I started crying, tears trickling down into my ears, in anticipation of what was ahead.  My tears didn’t quite make sense with the text, but my husband is a patient man and he held his peace. 

What I love about Wendell Berry’s stories is the presence of strong men, decent men who lead those around them with confidence, dignity and humility.   Tol Proudfoot, Ben Feltner, Jack Beechum — these are men I’d love to have lived in my neighborhood.  These are men that built strong friendships, men who honored commitments.

From the time Jack was eight years old, Ben had simply been his friend– had encouraged, instructed, corrected, helped, and stood by him; had placed a kindly, humorous, forbearing expectation upon him that he could not shed or shirk and had at last lived up to.

Yesterday in church we prayed for a local family who suddenly lost their 40-something husband/father.  Several prayed for the high-school aged son, that God would provide men to counsel and befriend this young man in the gaping absence of his father. 

Pray Without Ceasing is a fictional picture of the answer to those very real prayers.  It describes one older man walking next to a young man whose life has just come undone.

Jack watched Mat as he would have watched a newborn colt weak on its legs that he had helped to stand, that might continue to stand or might not.  All afternoon Jack did not sit down because Mat did not.  Sometimes there were things to do, and they were busy… But, busy or not, Mat was almost constantly moving, as if seeking his place in a world newly made that day, a world still shaking and doubtful underfoot.  And Jack both moved with him and stayed apart from him, watching. 

A Lonely Distant Shout

This from Johan Huizinga (pronounced HOY-zeen-guh)
in The Autumn of the Middle Ages p.4

Just as the contrast
between the summer and winter
was stronger then than in our present lives,
so was the difference
between light and dark,
quiet and noise.
The modern city hardly knows
pure darkness
or true silence anymore,
nor does it know
the effect of a single small light
or that of a lonely distant shout.

 

Trollope, Again

Today is the birthday of Victorian novelist Anthony Trollope (pronounced TRALL-up).  Does he look gruff and scary to you?  That’s some hair, eh?  I’m surprised his eyebrows aren’t more dense and textured.  If you’ve hung around Magistra Mater for a while you’ll recollect my pleasure in Trollope, whom I just discovered last year. 

When his name was mentioned in the same sentence as Jane Austen by a dear and respected friend, I determined to make myself acquainted with him.  He is my light reading, my Juicy Fruit, my slug-on-the-sofa all day read.  This is my sixth post about Trollope (he has his own tag on this blog) and I can assure you that I hope to add many more.  I have a few of his books on my shelf patiently waiting for me to get through the Medieval/King Arthur/Dante business so I can read them.  Hold on, dear books, summer is coming!

Quotes is what we want.  The first one is such a good reminder to keep up the drip drip of our daily work.  Thank you, Mr. Trollope.  Thank you very much, sir. 

A small daily task, if it be really daily, will beat the labors of a spasmodic Hercules.

The habit of reading is the only enjoyment in which there is no alloy;
it lasts when all other pleasures fade.

There is no royal road to learning;
no short cut to the acquirement of any art.

Random Thoughts

First things first: 

The winner of the book giveaway is ……. Janie!  She guessed $54 and I spent $53.63.  Is it the Cullum you’d like, my friend?  I’m headed to the post office this afternoon.  I’m delighted to have found something for which you’ve long been looking.  [Addendum: How fun!  The book she was excited about was Shake Hands with Shakespeare by Albert Cullum. Today is Shakespeare’s birthday and deathday. Have you ever thought about dying on your birthday? Yeah, I’m weird.]

When the price was 50¢/inch I usually spent $35 at the sale.  So it makes sense to me ($35 * 1.5 = $52.50) that  when the price rose to 75¢/inch I spent $53.  Happily, my husband just bought new arrows for his bow so we are both indulged.  For incredible bargains, check out what Carrie got at her library sale for a total of  $1.75!!  Woo hoo indeed!

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Here’s a sample quote from the book Conversation  by Theodore Zeldin.  I’m not impressed with the book, but I liked this quote (emphasis mine):

Shopping for food is a game of hide-and-seek, with packagers concealing their secrets in small print.  The time will come, I hope, when those who influence our ideas on food, the writers of newspaper articles about restaurants, and the makers of TV cooking shows, will begin to discuss the quality of the conversation which their delicious meals induce, and not concentrate only on the decor of restaurants, or the technicalities of recipes.

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If you like choral music, I’d recommend Morten Lauridsen’s setting of O Magnum Mysterium.  The Lauridsen is  number 5 on this CD. The first sentence would be a good lesson for a young Latin student (with help given on the hard words).  The music is perfectly paired to the text.  We heard this at a concert last night and the tears just rolled down my cheeks.  It was so beautiful that it hurt.

O magnum mysterium,
et admirabile sacramentum,
ut animalia viderent Dominum
natum jacentem in praesepio.

O great wonder, miraculous sacrament:
the beasts of the field have seen the Lord,
new-born and lying in a manger.

The Cloister Walk

Kathleen Norris writes about laundry and liturgy in The Quotidian Mysteries.  This was my first exposure to her writing. Finding the sacred in the everyday, discovering communion in the common, is a life-long pursuit of mine.   Intrigued by Norris,  I went on to read The Cloister Walk

Norris wrote this book during a residence at St. John’s Abbey, a Benedictine monastery. Since the book follows the liturgical year,  I read the short chapters slowly, correlating my reading to the liturgical calendar.  I found The Cloister Walk a welcome companion to my medieval studies.  After reading the Rule of St. Benedict, it was fitting to read how the living by the Rule fleshes out today.  Norris references many of the works I have studied; she quotes many of the lights of the early and medieval church.

Restricting your reading and studies to people with whom you agree often leads to tedium.  On one level it is warm and comfortable, but you end up feeling cramped and stoved up because your mental muscles aren’t being stretched.  I appreciate reading authors outside of my worldview, outside my theology, outside of my chronology, and outside of my culture.  Interacting with different frameworks provokes me to think; it challenges me and keeps me alert.   

In the past I have described Norris as very L’English.  By that, I mean that reading Kathleen Norris is very similar to reading Madeleine L’Engle.  They are both articulate poets.  There is a considerable bit I disagree with when I read both authors.  However, after I have skipped over or disregarded that which I would describe as stubble, I discover chunks of gold.  Here are some nuggets I’ve been examining:

~   “A life of prayer is a life of beginning all over again.” ~ Charles Cummings

~   The idea of attentive waiting. [What does this look like?]

~   Obey and listen are etymologically related [That’s one of my top 2007 word finds.]

~   “for all the military metaphors employed in the Old Testament, the command that Israel receives most often is to sing.”  p. 155

~   The fruit of celibacy is hospitality, because celibacy requires loving all well. 

~   The prominence of the psalms (reading, singing, chanting) in the Benedictine lifestyle.  The idea being so immersed in the psalms that the psalms surface in response to the circumstances of life, that I respond to life with the words God has given to me. 

~   Essentials of the monastic way: sacred reading, liturgy, work, silence, vigilance and stability.  [are these good and realistic goals for my life? Where am I unbalanced?]

 

Curiosity and a Particular Joy

When we give others something excellent,
we reflect the
standards of heaven.
We make others curious.
When they get curious,
they’re open
to discovering things
they would not otherwise understand.
Such discoveries
provoke growth
and a particular joy.

~ Jeffrey Overstreet
in Through a Screen Darkly:
Looking Closer at Beauty
Truth and Evil in the Movies

HT: KGB and LC, quote-collectors extraordinaire