Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts

Sunday, April 03, 2022

Ils Ne Connaissent Pas de Bonheur

Home Grown Roses, Mission Viejo, CA

Dear B:

The firsts line of a French poem by Francis Ponge (1899-1988), is “Les rois ne touchent pas aux portes.” It is lonely at the top, as the adage goes. So it was and continues to be that kings or the likes, never touch doors. Fortunately, it is left to us commoners, holding open the door to spring in embrace.

Thank you for the National Geographic flower pictures! They are the beauteous epitome of springtide. Let us appreciate the season while it lasts,“of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.”

Be well.

L'

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

A Graduation Congratulatory Letter



12 February 2013

Dear E.A.:

It is an auspicious occasion for this New Year, when news of your completing the academic disciplines of a secondary education came in the post a fortnight ago. Surely, the photograph of you in the graduation announcement is a shower of beauty. A portrait poised with confidence with an eye toward the future. Congratulations, indeed!

Only your family can truly treasure with deep affection and satisfaction of your arriving at this milestone. Looking back at the path and aisles of the years, through your parents, you are shaded by God’s verdant mercy of the leaves overhead; on nurturing you along the way they have leaned on the strong pillars of His faithfulness and steadfastness.

Your allusion to Romans 15:4 calls to mind the family man Jacob's return to Bethel. After twenty winters of vicissitude, Jacob reconsecrated himself at Bethel. It was there young Jacob had wrestled God and in awe called the place, “the house of God and the gate of heaven.” Whether you stay in Foyil or seek ventures elsewhere, allot time to return to the haunts of your childhood. Your parents’ abode is where you first witnessed the altar of communion with God. Home is a place of blessing; it is where “steadfast love and faithfulness meet; righteousness and peace kiss each other.”

Enclosed is a graduation gift for your achievements. May the “beauty of His countenance” always shine on “where’er you walk.”

Sunday, September 09, 2012

Sin's Bonds Severed

Dear S:

I read and viewed your referred video sermon on, "It's Friday, Sunday's Coming." I deferred replying in part due to an epistolary inertia; this refined expression I owe to Harry James. Also in thinking the better, I should not sport with your kind intentions for sharing this article by offering crude and premature remarks. Some coherent thoughts have finally emerged today.

Mel Gibson's "The Passion of the Christ" I have not seen, although I own an unopened DVD version of the movie. For its portrayal of the last dozen hours of Christ leading up to his crucifixion, I recall this movie was generally well received. The referred sermon through its tenancy with the "The Passion", however adroitly elicited resounding amens from the fold, I weighed it, and found wanting.

Given the focus of the sermon centered on juxtaposing the many iterations of "It's Friday, Sunday's Coming" with selected imageries from the "Passion", it could never free itself from the snare of the latter. The result then was almost a haughty yet inchoate explanation on God's word to the affect the "cross of Christ would not be made void."

As Spurgeon insightfully considered, "No art like the art displayed in our salvation, no cunning workmanship like that beheld in the righteousness of the saints. Justification has engrossed learned pens in all ages of the church, and will be the theme of admiration in eternity." So it is, cinematic arts and any humanistic expressions, sacred or profane, can never triumph above or mock God's providential grace and promises. On that ordained Friday, the first to enter into God's kingdom was one of two criminals being crucified alongside Jesus. Hanging on the cross beside, our Savior said to the repentant man, "Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in Paradise.” The glory of the cross and the salvation of the first condemned soul beyond physical death began on that day at Golgotha.

In the resurrection of Christ, there was put forth nothing short of divine grace and power. In His resurrection, as in our salvation, Christ has overcome death; so that He makes His own to share in the righteousness He won. By His power, believers are too now resurrected into a new life. Finally, by Christ's resurrection, it is ensured there will be a glorious resurrection of those whom He called by name.

"Sin's bonds severed we're delivered;
Christ has bruised the serpent's head;
Death no longer is the stronger
Hell itself is captive led,
Christ has risen from death's prison;
O'er the tomb He light has shed."


To Him be glory forever!

L'

- a L'envoi iPad 3 post

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Swiftly Flow the Days

28 August

Dear S:

I was agreeably pleased at getting an e-letter from you; it arrived on my birthday no less! The last time I saw Eli, he was being cuddled in the warmth and security of his mater. In the sentiments of Tevye, "sunrise, sunset, swiftly flow the days...". Alas, the ever flowing tide of time does not tarry in the circle of life. Generations go and generations grow.

It's heartwarming to read Eli trundled his first exploratory steps with the aid of an elder's walker. Truly, only Eli's loved ones could have comprehended with affections his mirth. Perhaps at his next milestone you could send a picture as well.

Jesus has a special interest in children, as they are precious to Him. My supplication is your family and others in Eli's circle shall, with the steadfastness of prayer, love, and Christian teaching, stand by him when life's happiness and sorrows to come.

Our plead and thanksgiving rest on His grace. Give my love to all.

L'

p.s.
A friend from Alaska sent me a natal day greeting with a witty reminder, "the hairs on my head are all numbered". It is ordained should my hairs fall as the sands of time. To have my head shaved in these listless summer days is an inviting thought. Such thoughts I could bare with ease. Would I then as Li Bai reposing under a leafy canopy:

Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;
A wind from the pine-trees trickles on my bare head.


Sunday, February 19, 2012

Linstances of Consequence

Now the rest of the story. A friend's older female relation, with whom I am also acquainted, is the confidant of Jeremy Lin's mother. The two Christian ladies have been the closest of friends even before Knicks' new and sensational point guard was born.

Indeed, the winter of Knicks discontent made glorious summer by this son of Lin. And all the clouds that lowered upon the Garden, in the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Saturday, December 03, 2011

Kelly Knows Best

Kelly services - Efficient, Non-union,
Will work for scraps on and off the table


This Kelly résumé picture was taken on 2011-12-03 at 2030 hours.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Talk Not of Sad November

Talk not of sad November, when a day
Of warm, glad sunshine fills the sky of noon,
And a wind, borrowed from some morn of June,
Stirs the brown grasses and the leafless spray.
    -- John Greenleaf Whittier

Yesterday was sunny with a moderate breeze. The fallen sere and crimson leaves swirled, rustled, and cart-wheeled on the roadways with gay abandon. A picture postcard moment on this autumnal day.

The first holiday greeting card hailed from Oklahoma has arrived. The Allens looked well. Certainly, Elisabeth has grown. Sorely missed are pictures of the usual suspects. The ones who chewed, gnawed, snorted, strutted, or pecked about at the ranch.

This time last year I was re-landscaping the yards and gardens. Then in December I hopped over the pond to Austria and Germany for the Christmas season; there was hardly any time spent with friends and relations here in the states.

Given I have just completed a scheduled exterior upkeep of the abode, there are no plans gallivanting to other places this year-end. I'd better get started to organize some photos, and to dash off the first seasonal letter (neither email nor ecards) to the Allens.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

At Home with Layne Tom






While at Huntington Beach, CA, in mid-October, we fans went to Layne Tom's (aka Charlie Chan, Jr.) for a visit.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Patience, It is Your Move

Dear D_H_:

Admittedly, this game is a constructive medium for both fun and learning. It is gratifying, certainly, if one achieves a higher scoring than the other player. Your being an uninspiring WWF opponent, however, has never entered my mind. So perish the negative vibes.

Our playing WWF is a facet of fellowship, although virtually. Winning or losing is not the essence. For me, this activity is a little something I do gladly in bringing some relaxation, and hopefully, some assuagement to your present out of joint family life. Years from now, both of us could regale at some gathering (together maybe?) the tale of our playing WWF.

Cervantes once said, "Patience, and shuffle the cards." I say, "Patience, it is your move."

*grin*

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Happy Valentine's Day, 2010

L'amour inventa l'art de plaire,
Celui de peindre et de chanter.
Daphnis, auprès de sa bergère,
Chanta le premier l'art d'aimer.
Homère, après lui dans la Grèce
Chantant ses vers harmonieux...

-- Le chanteur parisien
Recueil des chansons de L.A. Pitou


I had an attack of a creative impulse. A rare occurrence, nonetheless scary. Thank goodness it's behind me now.

Anyway, click on the following YouTube link to view the video (at your own risk):

A Valentine's Day Greeting 2010
Click here to view this L'Envoi YouTube.

Thursday, October 09, 2008

Take Care, JC

In heaven's morning breaks
And earth's vain shadows flee
Changes and decay are all around
In life
In death
The Lord changes not

He is kind and good with healing in His wings
for tears of all woes

Where is death's sting?
Where, grave thy victory?
We triumphs still, He abides with us
And we Him

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Bob's Big Band Wedding Reception

Bob came by over the holidays and wanted me to go over a list of Big Band music for his upcoming wedding reception. I was pleasantly surprised he would wish my opinion on the play list he received from a prospective band.

Supposedly, this Big Band leader is a fairly good trumpeter. He has name dropped Harry James. His drummer is very good, too, I was also told. And yet, from what I could tell from the proposed song list, the repertoire of this 15-piece band was only so-so.

Today, I gave Bob 105 Big Band songs culled from my CDs. Included in this CD are some Harry James, Bobby Hackett, Gene Krupa, and Buddy Rich recordings. After listening to these standards, Bob will be knowledgeable. More important, he has the leverage to suggest to this band inclusion of songs he and Mary like for their wedding reception.

Monday, July 09, 2007

The Arkansas Travelers

Lt. Cmdr. H and family are on their way to their new home in Arkansas. Retirement at last. Godspeed.

I made a CD for the Cmdr. The title of the CD reads, "From Sacred to Rap." The featured song, of course, was Virgil Shouse rousing feet stomping bluegrass tune, the "Arkansas Traveler."

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Step Aside, Three Tenors!

Here are the world famous new Country sensations, The Allen Trio! They hailed from Oklahoma. Here they are, folks, Thunderstorm and the twins, Whiskers and Joy!

The Allen Trio


Thunderstorm


Elizabeth holding Whiskers, and Elizabeth's Mom with Joy.

Saturday, June 03, 2006

The Symonds Visit

Received a surprised email yesterday. The Symonds of Wales are in California doing a documentary shoot. Sunday, tomorrow, is reserved for spending the day with them.

Good thing I have just finished the compilation of some recording by David Hughes, the Welsh tenor. It was to be a gift or sorts I would have sent to Bob and Carys this year.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

St. Patrick's Day (17 March, 2006)

Le grá , Sona Fe'ile Pa'draig ort, Irish.

This MP3 Selection Expired on 03-18-2006:
Mitch Miller and the Gang (1959) - I'm Looking Over a Four-Leaf Clover

I'm looking over a four-leaf clover
That I overlooked before
One leaf is sunshine, the second is rain
Third is the roses that grow in the lane

No need explaining, the one remaining
Is somebody I adore
I'm looking over a four-leaf clover
That I overlooked before

Thursday, March 09, 2006

On Lauren's MDS

2123 hours, 6 March, 2006

She is 16 and has ten years to live. She is going to die at the prime of her life.
Myelodysplastic Syndrome (MDS).


1743 hours, 9 March, 2006, Supplemntal:

Lauren's visit to UCSF resulted in a much positive prognosis. Contrary to earlier diagnosis, her blood-marrow transplant does not require perfect genetically matched donors. Accordingly, a donor could be found in three months. There is a 70-30 chance the transplant will be successful.

In the meantime, Lauren is to begin her clinical trial of a life prolonging drug. The cost for this drug is astronomical. For each 28-day supply cycle, the cost without insurance is seven thousand dollars.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

She's at Cold Mountain

Men ask the way to Cold Mountain
Cold Mountain: there's no through trail.
In summer, ice doesn't melt
The rising sun blurs in swirling fog.
How did I make it?
My heart's not the same as yours.
If your heart was like mine
You'd get it and be right here.
--Han Shan (寒山)
9th Century Tang Dynasty Chinese Poet/Hermit
(tr. Gary Snyder)


The first and last time I saw her was at the a San Francisco Symphony Concert with Michael Tilson Thomas conducting a Hector Berliloz's program. That night, she sang in the Lélio ou le Retour à la vie chorus. Now remarried, she and her children of the first marriage are settled in North Carolina.

She was originally from northern California. How she ended up in the Blue Ridge Mountains was partially my doing. When Charles Frazier's book Cold Mountain first published 1997, I recommended it to her through a classical music forum. She read it and was smitten with Frazier's eloquent evocations of the North Carolina landscape. She packed up her children and moved there. She's found her Cold Mountain.

Frazier quoted the first two lines of the preceding Han-Shan poem in the epigraph of his book. The main character of the story, Inman, died at the gates of his beloved Cold Mountain. I will leave the transcendental and metaphorical discussions of Han-Shan's poem and Frazier's work to others.

The cable channels are showing Cold Mountain this week. This film, however, barely does justice to the book which it took Frazier six years to write.

Monday, September 26, 2005

Spiorad na nGael

Hear, Hear. That's the way, Irish.

As for the old days and troubled dreams:

Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow
Raze out the written troubles of the brain
-- Macbeth, A5,S3.