“What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? / The world would split open.”
Poet Muriel Rukeyser

Friday, August 03, 2007

Millenium Park

Last night I here:here. It's called Millenium Park and all summer long free outdoor concerts are held.

I took the train in and brought my 15 year old son and his friend along. We had a 10 block walk from the train station to the park through the city. I went to meet my friend from NYC and while she and I were listening to some fine Jazz and Blues my son was allowed to wander the park. He could go nowhere else and he had to meet me back at a specified location in one hour. He, of course, loved the freedom. I got to have some time with my friend, whom I only see once a year.

It was a great night, perfect weather.

During the walk I had all these memories: of the years I worked in the City. Of boat rides and train trips and various jobs. I've been here 35 years. I've known this friend for 27 of those years. Lots of memories. Good ones. Some of the memories were about how much nicer, cleaner, prettier the city looks. Live plants, trees, and flowers everywhere. It's really incredible. And the park is awesome!

The park was filled with people out having a good time. Many of them with a picnic of various foods and beverages. Lots of couples with bottles of wine (so sweet). People from all over the world, taking pictures. And to think. I live here. It is an amazing city.

Dave Specter put together and led the "band". It was a big band made up various Blues and Jazz artists, with the idea that Jazz grew out of the Blues, so this concert highlighted that process. It was fabulous. I love both Blues and Jazz.

A very nice night out. I hope to go down one night next week and take my husband, who has yet to see Millenium Park. Looking forward to another nice night out.

RevGals Friday Five: Pilgrimage

From the RevGals blog

1. Have you ever been on a pilgrimage? (however you choose to define the term) Share a bit about it. If not, what's your reaction to the idea of pilgrimage? I've gone a lot of retreats, all mostly local or within an hour drive. I've never gone on what I'd call a pilgrimage: a spiritual quest, a journey through my roots or a journey that is leading me some place new. If I ever have that opportunity I would love to go to: the Church of England ancient cathedrals (and do some genealogy), Iona (walk that "thin place" to island when the tide is out, Jerusalem (it is the Holy Land), Egypt (I have a fascination with pyramids and all things Egyptian).

2. Share a place you've always wanted to visit on pilgrimage. See above.

3. What would you make sure to pack in your suitcase or backpack to make the pilgrimage more meaningful? Or does "stuff" just distract from the experience? I always over pack. Too many clothes for every possible weather event in the region. At least I also wear all the stuff I take...either that or I need to stay where there will be laundry facilities. Or I need to just wear stuff over and over again (which is ok with some clothing). It also depends on how long I'd be gone. For a pilgrimage I'd hope to be gone at least two weeks or more.

4. If you could make a pilgrimage with someone (living, dead or fictional) as your guide, who would it be? (I'm about this close to saying "Besides Jesus." Yes, we all know he was indispensable to those chaps heading to Emmaus, but it's too easy an answer) Iona with Herbert O'Driscoll and Esther Dewall. England Cathedrals with, I'm not sure on that one...although it might be interesting to spend time with Robert Hooker the 16th century theologian who wrote the foundation of Anglican "Via Media" - the middle way. Or, and this would be a different sort of pilgrimage, time with Julian of Norwich, just praying and being silent and occasionally speaking. The Holy Land, with Frank Griswold, the retired Presiding Bishop of the Episcopal Church. He has done these in the past and they are fabulous. He has a wealth of knowledge and a deep spirituality.

5. Eventually the pilgrim must return home, but can you suggest any strategies for keeping that deep "mountaintop" perspective in the midst of everyday life? (don't mind me, I'll be over here taking notes) Bring home "icons" of the trip. Rocks from a special place (not too big, obviously). Or real Icons of a saint from the area, pictures or artwork. I like visuals that I can pray with or hold which help transport me back. Maybe a book, and if I were diligent, a journal.