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More on Substack

I had earlier mentioned that I had started a Substack blog. My first post was on March 4. All told, I've posted 66 pieces since. 

I decided to have some themed days for my posts, so I created Haiku Tuesday, Clerihew Thursday, and Dad Joke Sunday. The haiku and the clerhews are all mine. I've been focusing on published ones with photos to accompany them. I might eventually post some unpublished ones. I've also posted in between to get to that 66 figure. 

So far, I'm slowly building an audience. As of noon today I was up to 126 free subscribers and 198 followers. 

I had earlier mentioned that I might come up with some other themed days. I've already posted a couple of my original songs. How about Musical Monday? Of course, I don't have a enough original songs to go for long, but I could use the posts to talk about songs or albums by others with reviews or reflections. 

I had considered Friday as being a day for Franciscan posts, so why not Franciscan Friday? It could be for the writings of Franciscans, Franciscan history, the Rule, my own Franciscan reflections, and so on. 

Which leaves me with Wednesday and Saturday. What about Wild Card Wednesday - a day for various posts that don't fit under the other themes? And Saturday - how about I borrow a term from a former public radio friend, Simon Pontin, who used it as a day for an eclectic mix of musical pieces: "Salmagundi". The term refers to a salad plate with a mix of foods, but it also means a heterogeneous mix, or a potpourri. So it could be a day for a mix of posts, sort of like my Wednesdays.

If I do it, here would be the schedule:

Dad Joke Sunday

Musical Monday

Haiku Tuesday

Wild Card Wednesday

Clerihew Thursday

Franciscan Friday

Salmagundi Saturday

The themed days would give me a framework with which to work. It would also force me to keep writing!  

Pax et bonum

I Am Going Home - an original song

Last year I got to attend a concert by a Scottish band I've long liked, The Tannahill Weavers. It was a great concert.

At intermission, I looked at the table offering their merchandise, including albums. I already owned a few of their albums, but discovered some that I did not have, and bought several of them.

One of the albums I bought was Orach. On it I came across a song by Billy Connolly, "Oh No!"

Listening to - and then reading - the lyrics, the song bothered me.

It seemed like the typical guy-deserting-his-woman song.

"When the sun comes up, I'll be leaving
I don't give a damn if your heart's grieving."

How many other songs have a similar theme? Simply tossing the woman aside so you can hit the road and be, ahem, a "Free Bird."

I don't like that message. I'm a believer in commitment and marriage.

As I thought about the song I considered writing some new lyrics for it, but figured I'd run afoul of copyright laws. So I mulled over writing an original song in reaction. And then I remember a song I'd partly written years before. I dug it out, revised some of the lyrics, wrote some new ones, and created a tune for it.

The result was "I Am Going Home."

I've been here before.
I've been there before.
I've been everywhere and more,
and now I'm going home.

I am going home, Lord,
I am going home.
You know I'm going home,
'cause that's where I belong.

I've done a little of this.
I've done little of that,
I've done more than I should have done,
and now I'm a-goin' home.

I am going home, Lord,
I am going home.
You know I'm going home,
'cause that's where I belong.

I've worked from dawn to dusk.
I've worked the whole night through.
I have worked the live-long day,
and now I'm going home.

I am going home, Lord,
I am going home.
You know I'm going home,
'cause that's where I belong.

I've seen some pretty women
all around the world.
But one of them's as pretty
as the one that waits back home.

I am going home, Lord,
I am going home.
You know I'm going home,
'cause that's where I belong.

I've sung this song before.
You know I'll sing it again.
But let me say once more:
I am going home.

I am going home, Lord,
I am going home.
You know I'm going home,
'cause that's where I belong.

Pax et bonum

A Pro-life Song

A few years ago I was asked to perform a few songs for a pro-life event. I chose two hymns that seemed appropriate. One was "Amazing Grace," which, of course, was linked to the anti-slavery movement, so it was an obvious choice. I also chose "Open the Eyes of My Heart," as we need to open hearts and minds to the reality of abortion.

But neither was a song related to abortion, so for my third song I searched for a such a song. There are many good one - one of my favorites is "Unborn Child" by Seals and Crofts - but none of them clicked as a song for me to perform. So I decided to compose one of my own.

I liked that "Unborn Child" was from the perspective of the aborted child. So I decided to have that perspective in my song, but also to look at the abortion from the points of view of the mother and the father.

This is the song:

3 a.m.(It Was Just a Choice)

3 a.m.

Another night
She’s haunted by
A baby’s cry

In the night

No way to hide
From the emptiness
She feels inside

And all those things

she’ d believed
she now knows
she’d been deceived

Because of  choice

she’s now a mother
who will never
hold her child.

He turns a page

He turns away
The words get lost
In what he can’t say

He’d shown support

He’d gone along
Despite a feeling
That it all was wrong

He resents the loss

And that on that day
Society said he
really had no say

Because of choice

He’s now a father
Who will never
Hold his child

  We were too young

  We were afraid
  We were too poor
  The time was wrong
  It wasn’t human
  Just a clump of cells

  It wasn’t alive
  It couldn’t feel
  It was just a choice

  It was just a choice
  It was just a choice

Safe within

His mother’s womb
But when she chose
It spelled his doom

He tried to flee

When death came near
He tried to scream
No one could hear

Now he rests

In God’s love
He’s forgiven but
Laments from above

Because of choice

They’re now parents
Who will never
Hold their child

  We were too young

  We were afraid
  We were too poor
  The time was wrong
  It wasn’t human

  Just a clump of cells
  It wasn’t alive
  It couldn’t feel
  It was just a choice

  It was just a choice
  It was just a choice

He wasn't a choice
He was a child
Who will never
Be held.

Pax et bonum

Acting again!

I got to act again April 11/12 in a Chesterton Academy production of Come Rack! Come Rope!, an adaptation of the novel. I played a small part as Lord Burleigh, who convinced Queen Elizabeth to execute Mary, Queen of Scots. 

Meanwhile, I've been asked to play a role in a reader's theater production of Apollonius of Tyana for a conference in May. 

I'm finally getting back to acting!

Pax et bonum

The Spirit of the Masses - Peter Maurin

                                                                 By Fritz Eichenberg

1. The central act of the devotional life in the Catholic Church

          is the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass.

2. The sacrifice of the Mass is

          the unbloody repetition

          of the Sacrifice of the Cross.

3. On the Cross of Calvary Christ gave

          His life to redeem the world.

4. The life of Christ was a life of sacrifice.

5. The life of a Christian must be a life of sacrifice.

6. We cannot imitate the sacrifice

          of Christ on Calvary

          by trying to get all we can.

7. We can only imitate the sacrifice

          of Christ on Calvary

          by trying to give all we can.

                                                       - Peter Maurin

Pax et bonum