23 September 2014

Remembrance #4

I hope you’re as composed any mastery of your self permits in your sad circumstances. This unexpected existential trauma is a wound; I imagine our beloveds nurse real and unaccustomed assaults. I assume your beloved is in Charlotte giving care, comfort, and love. My child is incommunicado. I often wrestle with my emptiness; silence succeeds for a time but with sustained crisis such as we carry now uncertainty transforms into alarm and deeper alienation with panic.
Abraham Lincoln wrote, In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and to the young, it come with bitterest agony, because it takes them unawares. I expect this is so for T&J. We hope your beloved communicates as soon as all composures allow.


16 May, 1995, Benedictine Retreat, New Harmony, Indiana
Last night I sang the officiant’s part for compline. I’m so pleased! Rembert  (Entrances: Gregorian Chant in Everyday Life) helped me learn the music, imprint in my memory is more like it, I messed up a few times, but I really enjoyed the singing! I got lots of pats on the back. Rembert tells me I have a beautiful baritone/tenor voice. Maybe I’ll finally work on singing. I went right to my cell and I cried.