Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Highclere

Well, all you Downton Abbey fans, here are the photos......

HIghclere Castle isn't really a castle.......it's a Georgian manor.  Remodeled in the 1800's by Sir Charles Barry, who was the architect for the British Parliament buildings in London (and you can see the similarities!), it looked very different before the remodel.  

In person, the house seems smaller than it does in the series-----they must be shooting with a reeeaaalllllly wide lens for sure.  It's big, but not massive-----but quite lovely.  You get to tour part of the interior, and all of the exterior-----highlights are Sybil's room (not needed any longer, I guess!), Edith's room, and the room occupied by Mr. Pamuk before his unfortunate demise.  

Mary's room, and Cora and Robert's rooms don't exist at Highclere---they are all offsite in the studio. That said, the salon on the first floor, the staircase, and the library are spectacular.  It makes me want to go back and watch the entire 3 seasons, just to look at the rooms and the grounds.

It's fun to go around the back of the building----Sir Charles didn't reface the entire building, so you can still see the original Georgian brick facade----it looks unfinished from the back.

No Maggie Smith sightings.  

Enjoy the photos:









Sunday, July 28, 2013

Paris, Mes Amis!

So........what a wonder to live in the 21st century, where you can hop on a train in London, and in less than 2.5 hours arrive in Paris, having traveled UNDER the English Channel!  Who knew?

I only found out a few years ago that, after spending a lifetime thinking that I was of French descent---I'm not.  My grandfather, it turns out, was an immigrant to France from what was then the Austro-Hungarian Empire (now Croatia). So, just like that, all my French heritage was gone.  Turns out that I'm Croation, German, Austrian, Gypsy and Bohemian.  No one is surprised to hear this.--especially the Gypsy and Bohemian part.

That said, it was a fun day in Paris (and miserably hot!)--we went to the Musée D'Orsay----oh my.  To stand in front of "Starry Night' by Vincent Van Gogh........the real thing.  

Go here so that I don't bore you with explanations:  http://www.musee-orsay.fr/en/

Then we walked down to Sainte Chappelle.......I have this thing for European churches--and most especially, for Catholic stained glass.  Sainte Chappelle is nothing short of breathtaking.  I could not breathe---and not because it was so beastly hot (Paris is having the same heat wave that the rest of Europe is experiencing)-----the space in Sainte Chappelle is THAT incredible.  If you have seen Fr. Robert Barron's "Catholicism" series, you will recognize Sainte Chappelle.  Standing in this space is a transformative experience, and I didn't want to leave.  The only reason I walked out the door was that I couldn't stand the heat, and we really didn't want to miss our train.
 

Last stop was Notre Dame de Paris----we wandered into the famous cathedral just in time to attend Vespers----prayed that evening for the victims of the train crash in Santiago de Campostela, and presided over by one of the auxiliary bishops of the Archdiocese of Paris.  The Cathedral is massive and amazing, and has a spirit in it that is transcendent.  The windows are breathtaking--especially the famous rose windows.  

Back to Gare du Nord for the quick Eurostar trip back to London.

I miss being French.  I really do.

Photos:

1.  The Louvre--well, part of it.  It's huge.
2.  The clock in the Musée D'Orsay--Paris in the backgrounc
3, 4, 5.   Sainte Chappelle
6.  Notre Dame de Paris facade
7.  Notre Dame de Paris Rose Window--north 
8.  Notre Dame de Paris Rose Windwo--south
9.  Notre Dame de Paris nave--Vespers












Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Visiting with the ghost of Amy Winehouse

Camden Town is, according to my sister, a lot like Greenwich Village-----it's edgy, funky, and a bit sketchy around the edges.  Camden has had a number of famous residents, most recently Amy Winehouse.  Amy was a great jazz-pop vocalist, whose troubled, turbulent and sometimes violent life ended 2 years ago due to alcohol poisoning.  Amy lived in Camden----and after wandering around there a bit, I can understand why.  It's an interesting mix of a lot of things-----vegan cafes, punk attire, reeeeaaaalllly interesting storefronts, some great music opportunities, and a party atmosphere.  

I wish she could have cleaned up her act, realized her own greatness, left the negative lifestyle behind and become an artist who could have endured for more than a generation.  It wasn't to be.  Her demise is something that should be a teaching moment--people often get into the romantic notions around being gifted and dying young, when they should really pay attention to the terrible loss of life and talent due to a lifestyle focused on drugs, alcohol, violence---a recipe for death.  Her ghost seems to hover over Camden. 

We went back to Camden Town today---we were there last week to see and hear Chris Coleman on the last night of his tour.  Chris is a great musician, and a lovely guy, and you should check his music out:  https://www.facebook.com/ChristopherColemanCollective

Photos:

1. Camden market shoe seller
2-5. Camden storefronts
6. Camden lock
7. Christopher Coleman









It's a boy!

So, London is a bit crazy with the news that Kate and Wills have welcomed Prince Yet-To-Be-Named into the world.  I loved it that he arrived on the feast of St. Mary Magdalene (July 22).  At any rate, they posted the birth announcement in front of the palace and the crowds waiting to see it, along with those waiting to see the changing of the guard ceremony were huge.  We couldn't get near the board where the announcement was posted.....I only got a distant peek at it.  But, we were in luck, because we were walking in Green Park just as the King's Troop Royal Horse Artillery guys (in old school uniforms) arrived with their cannons for the 41 gun salute.  Yes, indeed.  41 huge cannon blasts.  Ouch.  They arrived, set up rapidly, fired away and were gone, gone, gone....just like that.

I thought it would be only tourists who were over at Buckingham----but there were lots of Brits there.  Lots and lots of media doing live coverage----we saw several news anchors we had seen on the morning news across from the palace doing continuous live coverage.  I'm sure that we looked like all those clueless people you see in a live shot behind the media line.....we resisted the impulse to wave...

So, London!

Photos:

1.  Victoria memorial and Buckingham palace from mid-way down the Mall
2.  Marching
3.  Still marching...
4.  41 gun salute in Green Park
5.  The Royal Birth Announcement (it's in the center of the photo, just inside the gate.  Look for the gold stand to the left of the music stands....that was as close as I could get!
6.  Sky News anchors
7.  Buckingham Palace
8.  Big Ben (from the Millennium Bridge)






Canterbury

I already wrote about Canterbury when I was here 3 years
ago--nothing new to say, really, so if you're interested, you 
can read that post here:

http://msann-whatwasithinking.blogspot.co.uk/2010/07/canterbury-tales.html

That said, the entire Cathedral was open this time---which 
meant that we got to see everything, including the Becket 
martyrdom site.  Quite dramatic.

I've knelt and prayed at the site of Oscar Romer's martyrdom,
and now the site of Thomas Becket's.  Different bishops, 
different experiences, different reasons-----but they both 
ended the same way.....cut down by those who disagreed.  
And each, in his own way, became bigger in death than in life.  
And both are saints.  When will we ever understand that 
killing people that we disagree with makes no sense?

Photos:

1.  View back into the Cathedral from the Trinity chapel area
(the candle on the floor is the Becket memorial--burns
24/7 at the site where Becket's remains were kept until 
removed and destroyed by Henry VIII)
2.  HIgh altar and Archbishop's enthronement chair
3.  Becket window
4.  Becket martyrdom site
5.  Becket martyrdom site
6.  Becket martyrdom site from above
7.  Cloisters








Sunday, July 21, 2013

Finally!

This is my 5th day in England, but the first day that I've actually had time to post anything.  Jet lag is a drag, and it takes a while until you feel like you are here as opposed to there, so I finally feel like I'm here.


The first day is always the 'wander around, breathe the air, stay in the light so you can get yourself onto the timezone' day.  But it ended up being the first time I've ever taken a leisurely walk along the river......what took me so long?  


Saturday was amazing...my sis took us to Chawton, which is a small village near Alton.  Chawton was where Jane Austen lived, so we got to visit her house (beautifully preserved) as well as Chawton House, which was the estate home of her brother.  The history is interesting, but what is more interesting is to stand in the places where history happened.  There is a spirit in those places.


Photos below!


1. Big Ben

2. Parliament buildings at night (notice how the architect who did Highclere Castle is the one who did these buildings?)

3. Chawton House

4. Chawton House

5. Jane Austen's house

6. Jane Austen's house

7. Directional signs in Chawton











Tuesday, April 10, 2012

The Woman at the Well









3rd Sunday of Lent/A March 11, 2012

I love it when films or music – stuff that is out in the world—give us a contemporary lens with which we can view the lessons in the Gospel. Fr Jim referenced Oscar-nominated film “The Artist” on the first two Sundays of Lent as a means of helping us understand silence and listening. Not that we have a series going here, but today, the 3rd Sunday of Lent, there is an Oscar-nominated film that might help us better understand the story of the Samaritan woman at the well.

"The Help" is based on the novel by Kathryn Stockett and is the story about some very extraordinary women who bond over a book that they all contribute to—a book that views the 1960’s South through the eyes of “the help”—the African American women who were the maids—without whom life would have come to a complete halt. The book is secretly written, and comes into being after the assassination of Medger Evers galvanizes the Civil Rights Movement. The women who contribute their stories do so at great peril.There is a scene in “The Help”-----the scene involving Minnie, the outspoken maid that no one would hire, and Celia, the social outcast who hires her. On Minnie’s first day of work, it’s lunch time, and Minnie sits down in the kitchen to eat.Celia brings her plate in from the dining room and sits at the kitchen table with Minnie.“We’ve been over this, Miss Celia,” says Minnie. “You’re supposed to eat in the dining room. That’s how it works. Here, let me take your plate back.” Celia won’t let Minnie take the plate and responds, “I’m fine right here, Minnie.”They eat lunch together, Celia grateful for the company, and Minnie, not so sure about all of this----because the reality of these two women having lunch together simply did not happen in that setting and time.

I thought about Minnie when I read this Gospel story----the maids, and any person of color, were the outcasts ---and still are in so many ways that should make us angry. Celia shouldn’t have been an outcast according to the ‘rules’ of color, but she was--the adult woman still bullied by the mean girls who grew up to be mean women. Celia broke the rules and ate lunch with Minnie, and treated her with dignity and respect. The friendship that grows between these two women helps to heal the pain of being an outcast—for both of them.

The Samaritan woman was the ultimate outcast. Depending on whom you talked to, Jesus was also an outcast. The woman had come to the well in the middle of the day, reasonably sure that she wouldn’t have to deal with anyone, but instead met Jesus. Jesus broke a lot of rules—and one of the rules in this encounter was that Jewish men didn’t talk to women that they weren’t related to—and no good Jewish person would ever speak to a Samaritan at any time for any reason. The woman said, "How can you, a Jew, ask me, a Samaritan woman, for a drink?" A Samaritan woman was considered to be the lowest of human life forms, and she knew this. Jesus apparently didn’t consider her to be anything less than a person of great dignity and worth.

She was a strong woman.Jesus spoke directly to her as an equal. This Gospel reading makes a lot of people uncomfortable because I think that we are afraid of strong women. The Samaritan woman was not who you thought she was. If you look at how Jesus deals with women throughout the Gospels, this interaction shouldn’t surprise you. Jesus treated women as equals. He was very direct in his conversation, yet He didn’t pass judgment. He called it like He saw it. I like that about Jesus. When we hear this Gospel, we tend to not think too highly of the woman at the well---after all, she was divorced 5 times. We allow ourselves to be distracted by her circumstances, because, even now, divorce makes us very uncomfortable. We tend to ostracize folks who suffer the pain of a broken relationship.It’s easy to stand in judgment when you don’t understand the context for someone’s behavior. In first century Palestine, divorce was quite common, and could only be initiated by the husband. He could do so for any reason at all—and for something as trivial as being mad that his dinner was late, or burned, or not what he ordered. The Samaritan woman had been dumped.Dumped--5 times, by 5 different husbands. Then, as now, we blame and shame the victim—the female victim. In first century Palestine, if you were a divorced woman, or a widow, or an orphan---you had no standing and you were the most vulnerable person in society. You had no one to take care of you. She had good reason to hide out in the middle of the day at the well. Yet Jesus treated her with great compassion and had a conversation with her that changed her life. He broke all the social rules about who He should and shouldn’t speak to------and He did it because it was the human and kind thing to do.He treated all people, even those considered to be outcasts, with dignity and respect. The Gospel doesn’t mention whether or not they had lunch, but I like to think that they did.

We know that He asked her for something to drink. When she challenged Him over this request, He responded with the discourse on Living Water, which makes me think of El Salvador, our Rice Bowl country for this week. Many of you know that I spent time in El Salvador during the summer of 2007 with Catholic Relief Services. Some of CRS’ work there focuses on ensuring clean water for all. It was there that I realized how we take water for granted here----we live in one of the few countries in the world where you can put your cup under the tap and drink what comes out of it. Not so in El Salvador. You have to drink and brush your teeth with bottled water. When you take a shower, you have to plug your ears, eyes and nose to make sure that no water gets in. If you don’t take those precautions, the water will make you very, very sick. I took all the precautions, and I still ended up getting sick for the rest of that summer. Clean water is what they don’t have there, and what we take for granted here. If you use bottled water, perhaps you could give it up for the rest of Lent, and refill your bottle from the tap-- and then put what you save into the Rice Bowl for El Salvador. We don’t know what we have.

My journey in El Salvador helped me to more clearly understand the meaning of Living Water, and I can’t hear this Gospel now without remembering what they don’t have there. That’s the truth about us---we don’t know what we have. The troubling, and ultimately healing thing in today’s Gospel is that Jesus told the Samaritan women the truth about herself---which is the truth that we all must hear---that we are wounded, broken sinners in need of healing, grace and un-bottled Living Water.