Sunday, April 28, 2013

down to two

Lots of things I'm meaning to post, but either I haven't had time or I haven't had electricity.  However, this evening I want to post quickly (it's just started pouring down rain, which means the power should go off any time now). 

one of my favorite puppy pictures - so typical!

I'm sad because we lost three puppies this past week. One died Thursday and two Friday, both for no apparent reason.  Something they found and ate?  Anyway, I miss them.  And I think their parents and two remaining siblings must, too.  I've noticed the two little ones are sticking together pretty closely.

looking hopeful
In the photo above, you can see the little one on the lower left with the white nose and forehead.  She has been smaller and skinnier than the rest all along; there for a while I wondered if she was going to make it.  Actually prayed for her and have been petting her and telling her she's going to grow strong and healthy.  But she is one of the two who is still with us, which astonishes all of us.  The other one is the one in the back on the right with the dark nose.  Dogs don't tend to get named here, but we've joked that they're all named Noelle because they were born on Christmas Eve.  Let's hope that Noelle and Noelle stay healthy and have a good, long life.
 


I'm going to miss this little scene.  The two little ones are still our hospitality committee, but having five of them was wonderful.
In any case, I give thanks for them, all of them.  They brighten my day.

Monday, April 15, 2013

Boston Marathon bombs rock local Episcopalians


I've been thinking of the parish in the block just after the finish line and wondering if they were planning to have a service tomorrow... but of course that area is now off limits, so I don't think so.  The cathedral and quite a number of other parishes are having prayer services, though.  And those of us far away as well as you all who are nearer continue to pray.

http://www.diomass.org/diocesan-news/bishop-requests-prayer-aftermath-marathon-explosions

Boston Marathon bombs rock local Episcopalians

From the article at the second link above:

Presiding Bishop Katharine Jefferts Schori, who is in Okinawa, Japan for the Second Worldwide Anglican Peace Conference, called for prayer following the explosions, and offered the following prayer:
Gracious God, you walk with us through the valley of the shadow of death. We pray that the suffering and terrorized be surrounded by the incarnate presence of the crucified and risen one. May every human being be reminded of the precious gift of life you entered to share with us.  May our hearts be pierced with compassion for those who suffer, and for those who have inflicted this violence, for your love is the only healing balm we know. May the dead be received into your enfolding arms, and may your friends show the grieving they are not alone as they walk this vale of tears.  All this we pray in the name of the one who walked the road to Calvary. Amen.

Meanwhile, as we grieve and pray for peace here on this side of the world, war goes on with senseless deaths elsewhere. When will it stop?
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-125820/US-bomb-kills-30-Afghan-wedding.html
Why???

praying for Boston tonight

This afternoon I was sitting on the porch, my brain turned to mush.  Monday is our day off, and I'd already come home from a board meeting and planned to take some down time.  That was a good plan because it was too hot to think.  The biggest thing on my mind was the thought that if it was 98F today, in mid-April, what would July be like? 

Then I got a call. Do you have power? he asked.  No.  What a strange question.  You know we almost never have power midafternoon. What's up?  Explosions in Boston, he said.  And he said something I thought was Manhattan (must have been "marathon"), and two explosions at the same time, and I thought we were talking about one in each city.  Where in Boston, I asked? He didn't know.  A while later he called back and said something about the library.  Someone blew up the library? 

Nothing on the radio here - I checked.

So we waited and prayed.  I watched a hummingbird.  Prayed some more. 

tiny hummingbird in our pine tree

Finally the call came: we have power!  And earlier than usual, too - it wasn't even close to being dark.  I was grateful.  Ran for the TV.  Then ran to bring my computer upstairs to supplement it. 

Wow.   You all know what happened; I don't need to go into that. Not that we know all that much yet, in any case.

sunset over Boston

So tonight I continue to pray.  I ask that you join me in praying for those who were hurt or killed and their families, for those who are physically unhurt but will be having nightmares for a long time, for first responders and medical teams, for investigators, for those who are still trying to find out if their loved ones are all right, and for those sick enough to plan such a thing.   And there are more prayers yet to be lifted up.  May God heal the violence in our world and in each of us.  Jesus said, my peace I leave with you.  We need to live into that, especially now.

Prayer For the Human Family
  O God, you made us in your own image and redeemed us through Jesus your Son: Look with compassion on the whole “family; take away the arrogance and hatred which infect our hearts; break down the walls that separate us; unite us in bonds of love; and work through our struggle and confusion to accomplish your purposes on earth; that, in your good time, all nations and races may serve you in harmony around your heavenly throne; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

---Book of Common Prayer p. 815

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Haiti Connection, George Augustus Selwyn

I've been busy putting together a bulletin for next week's Haiti Connection, the annual conference of the Episcopal Church's Diocese of Haiti and its friends.  It's often in Florida, but this year it's being held here.  It's such good news that we can now do this! I'm looking forward to seeing a few friends as well as to attending the conference for the first time myself.  This year the focus is on the New Haiti. 


http://www.haitiepiscopalconnection.org/

Anyway, there is a morning prayer service which will be in French, but whose bulletin must be bilingual (French and English on facing pages).  Here's the issue: the saint for April 11 (uncanonized, but remembered with gratitude as an example) isn't exactly high profile, and no one has translated the collect (prayer) for the day.  I found a good part of it in other places (Le Livre de la Priere Commune's prayer for missionaries, for example), but had to finish it myself.  I thought I might as well share in case anyone else wants to do something similar down the road. 

via http://anglicanhistory.org/nz/selwyn/

George Augustus Selwyn
Dieu éternel et tout-puissant, nous te rendons grâce pour ton serviteur George Augustus Selwyn, que tu as appelé à prêcher l’évangile au peuple de la Nouvelle Zélande et de la Mélanésie et de poser les fondations pour l’accroissement de ton Eglise dans de nombreux pays. Suscite dans ce pays et partout ailleurs des hérauts de ton évangile, messagers de ton royaume, afin que ton Eglise proclame l’insondable richesse du Christ notre Sauveur. Lui qui vit et règnes avec toi et le Saint-Esprit, un seul Dieu maintenant et toujours.  Amen.

Here is the original prayer from Holy Women, Holy Men: Celebrating the Saints (2009), p. 323

George Augustus Selwyn
Almighty and everlasting God, we thank you for your servant George Augustus Selwyn, whom you called to preach the gospel to the people of New Zealand and Melanesia, and to lay a firm foundation for the growth of your church in many nations. Raise up in this and every land evangelists and heralds of your kingdom, that your church may proclaim the unsearchable riches of our Savior Jesus Christ; who lives and reigns with you and the Holly Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen.

Readings for the day:
    Genesis 12:1-4
    Psalm 28:7-11
    Ephesians 2:11-18
    Matthew 10:7-16

If you're interested in this man, here is a page full of links (below).  Personally, I think he must have been interesting, and I am most impressed with his learning Maori on the way there.  I'm still working on understanding and speaking Creole, and it's been a year and a half now (improving, though!).  He also is one of the few who seems to have been able to minister to both sides during the ten year war between the English and the Maori, which can't have been simple. Thanks be to God there are some who can do so. May God give us more such people.
http://anglicanhistory.org/nz/selwyn/

Sunday, March 17, 2013

rara


rara depicted in Haitian cut metal artwork

Four o'clock in the morning. 
What. Is. That???
A huge group of people in the street making lots of noise and drumming.

If it were in a university town, I'd label it "drunken fraternity boys out way too late" and go back to sleep.
If it were France, I'd assume they'd just won the World Cup.
In Haiti?
Not a clue.

Multitudes of possibilities, good, bad, and indifferent, pass through my mind as I climb out of bed and peer through the slats of the Venitian-blind-type crank windows to try to make out what might be going on.  A party?  A vaudou ceremony with drums such as once woke me up in the night in Darbonne? a demonstration or protest of some kind? I can't make out a word they're saying.  Inside the house, not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse, so I know it can't be a dire emergency.  I vaguely wonder why the dogs have lost interest; they usually bark and try to get through the fence at anything or anyone that happens to pass by, but they are nowhere in sight. 

We still have power, so there is enough light on the street to make out a little bit.  Lots and lots of people making lots of noise, standing just down the street; the drumming has mostly stopped.  Someone has a very bright light of some sort. It's warm light, definitely not LED, but I think it's too bright for a torch. Hard to tell through the greenery. 
 They start down the street, drumming again.  A rough horn of some sort joins in with a four note sequence, over and over.  I think, is that a conch shell? and then decide I've driven past the Neg Mawon statue too many times. 

an old picture of the Neg Mawon statue downtown
It's still there, even if the palace isn't.  I'm sure I have a recent photo of my own somewhere...

They move on past our house and down the street.  Quiet returns.  I still have no more idea than I did. 

In the morning at conference, I inquire. The Sisters laugh.  It was a rara, they tell me.  A rara? I guess I do remember hearing the word before and associating it with music and perhaps Karnaval, but I hadn't attached it to this.  Yes, that's it, only it's not Mardi Gras - it's throughout Lent.  I remember when... And there is some discussion of local variations and folklore.  And why, I said, were the dogs quieter than usual? Oh, they said, it's cultural. It's in their blood.  We all laugh. 

So... a rara.   I went to my trusty friend, Wikipedia. (Of course it's accurate. It's on the internet, isn't it?)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rara

Originating in Haïti, rara is a form of festival music used for street processions, typically during Easter Week. The music centers on a set of cylindrical bamboo trumpets called vaksen (which may also be made of metal pipes), but also features drums, maracas, güiras or güiros (a percussion instrument), and metal bells, as well as sometimes also cylindrical metal trumpets which are made from recycled metal, often coffee cans. The vaksen-s perform repeating patterns in hocket and often strike their instruments rhythmically with a stick while blowing into them.
Well, that does sound like what I heard. 

And then it goes on to explain that it's more than just a simple band making music at 4AM.
The songs are always performed in Haitian Kreyòl and typically celebrate the African ancestry of the Afro-Haïtian masses. Vodou is often implemented through the procession.
Hm. Maybe I wasn't so incredibly far off.  Drums in the night, after all.

Politics, too.  But then, that's not surprising here.
Rara in Haiti is often used for political purposes, with candidates commissioning songs praising them and their campaigns. Rara lyrics also often address difficult issues, such as political oppression or poverty. Consequently, rara groups and other musicians have been banned from performing and even forced into exile—most notably, folk singer Manno Charlemagne who later returned to Haïti and was elected mayor of Port-au-Prince in the 1990s.

Rara performances are often performed while marching, and are often accompanied by twirlers employing metal batons. Performances generally begin on Ash Wednesday and culminate at Easter Weekend.

"The Rara festival most likely developed during the period of colonial slavery, when enslaved Africans and Afro-Creoles in the colony of Saint-Domingue were said to parade with drums and instruments on Easter Sunday. There is also some evidence that troupes of maroons marched with drummers, horns, and singers, similarly to Rara."[1]

OK, we even have a mention of the maroons - Neg Mawon statue, tip of the hat to you.

Then I found this interesting page:
http://www.musiquehaitienne.fr/musiques-paysannes-rara-contredanses-conte/rara/
I'm not going to try to translate it for you, but it gets into the historical (colonial slavery) and religious (vaudou) aspects.  I don't know how much of it applies to last night, but in any case, it's a reminder that the past always makes its way into the present.  I'll include some of this below (at the end)  for those of you who read French.

Better article yet: http://www.alterpresse.org/spip.php?article12657
It goes into the different kinds of music, points out that publicity and electronics are killing the traditional form of the rara, and talks about its denunciation by some Christian groups.

Finally I got wise.  Here is something very like what I heard last night at 4AM, though it didn't look like this.



And another longer one for those of you who are interested:


They didn't come down our street at all last year, so I think the chances of my being awoken two nights in a row are somewhat slim; tonight I plan to sleep well.

Le Rara

« Ils sont reconnaissables à leurs cornets en zinc et à leurs vaccines, trompes de bambou de différentes tailles à la fois soufflées et frappées, et dont le son se répercute du sol au cerveau en écho de manière hallucinatoire. Le chevauchement décalé des voix du chœur et du soliste ajouté aux vaccines et aux rythmes syncopés entretient cet effet de mirage. Ces polyphonies décadentes qui plairaient a un Steve Reich africain, s’animent autour de personnages organisés en « société ». » Emmanuelle Honorin

Ce sont des troupes de paysans qui parcourent les campagnes à l’époque du carnaval jusqu’aux fêtes de Pâques. Le plus souvent, ce spectacle insolite est dirigé par un « maître-rara » il s’agit d’un prêtre vaudou dans la plupart des cas. Ces manifestations rara sont en quelque sorte le seul visage officiel des sociétés secrètes vaudou.

Il s’agit donc aussi d’une occasion unique de pouvoir voir ces sociétés au grand jour.   and two pages later...   Un chant pour travailleurs
Présent lors du carnaval, le rara est aussi et surtout une partie du « konbit » dont parle Charles Najman dans notre interview, à savoir le système d’entraide entre paysans qui prit la relève de l’exploitation esclavagiste de la terre.

La musique participant à la motivation des paysans par sa magie propre les unifie dans l’effort, tout en esthétisant leur passé obsédant. Le rara au son oppressant et lancinant n’est pas seulement fait pour divertir, c’est aussi un témoignage vivant du terrible passé haïtien. La musique a comme effet de faire glisser le spectateur et la société vaudou dans une sorte de vertige envoûtant. C’est une musique pour libérer la mémoire, pour expier la souffrance originelle des ancêtres.

L’utilisation du « fouet Zombi », destiné à chasser les mauvais esprits (référence directe à l’esclavage) et la « danse des chaînes aux pieds » sont autant de manières de revivre un passé toujours présent.

Les cris de désespoir, les pleurs et autres lamentations surviennent lorsque la musique devient vraiment frénétique et chaotique, allant jusqu’à provoquer des spasmes dans l’auditoire.

http://www.musiquehaitienne.fr/musiques-paysannes-rara-contredanses-conte/chant-travailleurs/

Saturday, March 16, 2013

green

Thinking of Green Eggs and Ham tonight.  Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day, and there's not a bit of green on my grey habit, so I'll have to find another way to celebrate it. We're attending a concert of the Orchestre Philharmonique Sainte Trinite in the afternoon.   I doubt it's related to the feast day.  While they certainly won't be serving green beer, I'm sure I'll enjoy it quite a bit.  Music feeds my soul. 

I do see St. Patrick mentioned on taptaps from time to time.  Here's a Patrick (not St.) taptap from Cap Haitien, up north, with much appropriate green and orange.

Patrick
taptap, Cap Haitien, Haiti

Happy St. Patrick's Day to you all, happy feast day to friends and family named Patrick, and happy birthday to two good friends as well.