Transfixus Sed Non Mortuus

Here I Stand, Pierced and Transfixed

Always be drunk.
That’s it!
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
time’s horrid burden
bruise your shoulders,
grinding you into the earth,
Get drunk and stay that way.
But on what?
Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish!
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up
on the porches of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the dismal loneliness of your own room,
your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
ask the wind, the wave,
the star, the bird,
the clock,
ask everything that flees,
everything that whines
rolls, or sings,
everything that speaks,
ask what time it is;
and the wind, the wave,
the star, the bird,
and the clock will answer you:
“Time to get drunk!
Don’t be martyred slaves of time,
Get drunk! Stay drunk!
But on what?
Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish!”
~Charles Baudelaire

This poem smacks me with a great understanding of who and what I am. I can get drunk on alcohol or any other physical thing, but I can never stay that way. I can get drunk on poetry or any other mental thing, but I can never stay that way. Those things can be beautiful, but they haven’t the lasting power of true life. I think that I could get drunk on virtue, AND that’s the one thing that lasts. It is timeless. It has merit and value to myself, my hopes, and my dreams. If I chose the former options, I’m just avoiding my own existence in my physicality or mind. Instead, I must choose the latter. I must strive to be drunk on virtue. Drunk always!

On Sunday, I had my yearly joyous fun of running the Shamrocks and Shenanigans 5k to benefit Save a Heart. My wife, my mother, my brother, my sister, my sister’s boyfriend, my niece, and two sister-in-laws also came out for the fun!

The day was MUCH warmer than the week before. I had done a run a little bit longer than a 5k exactly one week before, and I was disappointed with how out of shape I am. I tried pretty hard and ran 3.62 miles in a little over 30 minutes. There used to be a day where I’d run a 5k in 12 or 13 minutes less than that, so I was a little disheartened. Because of this, I set my goal for the 5k to be under 25 minutes.

We all lined up a little after 9:30am and waited for the race to begin. I felt excited to run this race, and I remembered all the times I’d ran that race in the past. Wonderful memories wafted through my mind like colorful fishes swimming through the sunlit corals. I was as ready as I could be and in a good mood. I had already made the peace with myself that I would not do as well as I did in years past, so I was relaxed and ready to really enjoy myself and have a good bit of diversion.

The race began like it always does. Feeling like a cow in a herd being led to the slaughter, I meshed into a large group of people going through “the narrow gate” of the timing pad. Then, I was off!

I passed a bunch of people and bobbed and weaved to the corner, and then after that I settled into a fairly nice pace. I passed a few people, checked my heart rate, and kept on running. Soon, I arrived at the 1st mile marker. I hit my stopwatch and saw a 7:30 sitting on my watch. That was actually a little ahead of where I thought I’d be based on the previous week’s run. I certainly was elated with that, but my high school cross country coach’s words echoed in my mind, “You can’t win it in the first mile.” I laughed at myself to think of that. My high school self would never have been impressed with a 7:30 first mile, but the me that lives today was quite happy with it!

The course has a long stretch that doubles back on itself, which is kind of fun because you can see people ahead of you on the way out and behind you on the way back. I saw my sister’s boyfriend quite early on, so I yelled and told him great job. He was near the top ten runners overall, so that was super exciting for me.

I turned around and saw my sister, to whom I also yelled encouragement. What fun!

I hit the second mile with a split of 7:36. As I passed the marker, I did a quick overview of my feelings and heart rate, and felt that I could up the pace a bit. So, that’s just what I did. I saw my mother not far thereafter and I cheered for her. This is the first time she came out for this race. It certainly was a fine thing to see her do it!

I rounded around a few streets and before long, I saw the 3 mile marker. I started pushing myself into the anaerobic range. I passed a group of people with a good bit of authority. I hit my stopwatch right at the 3 mile marker and saw a split of 7:01. “Yay,” I thought to myself. I was feeling pretty worn, but I knew I only had 0.1 miles to go. That’s nothing!

I charged up the last hill and turned the corner to see the finish line! I sped up a little more. Then, I heard some footsteps coming up quick behind me! I was NOT going to let whoever was behind me pass me without a fight! I gave all my energy and will to my legs to move faster. The person came up almost astride of me and then I pushed it even more and beat him to the finish line by just a few feet! That was super exciting for me! My old competiveness was back in full bore, even if I was quite slow!

My final time on the race was 22:48. I’m pretty sure that’s the slowest I’ve ever ran the Shamrocks race, but I tell you truly that I had a lovely time!

One evening for pleasure I rambled
to view the fair fields all alone;
Down by the banks of Loch Erin
where beauty and pleasure were known.

I spied a fair maid at her labour
which caused me to stay for a while;
I thought her the goddess of beauty
the blooming bright star of Belle Isle.

I humbled myself to her beauty,
“Fair maiden, where do you belong?
Are you from the heavens descended,
abiding in Cupid’s fair throng?”

“Young man, I will tell you a secret:
It’s true I’m a maid that is poor;
and to part from my vows and my promise,
is more than my heart can endure.”

“Therefore I’ll remain at my service
and go through all hardship and toil;
and wait for the lad that has left me,
alone on the banks of Belle Isle.”

“Young maiden, I wish not to banter,
‘Tis true I came here in disguise;
I came to fulfill my last promise,
and hoped to give you a surprise.”

“I own you’re the maid I love dearly.
you’ve been in my heart all the while;
for me there is no other damsel
than my blooming bright star of Belle Isle.”

This couple they both got married,
in wedlock and soft unity;
may the great God above them protect them
and give them long life in the land.

May the great God above them protect them,
and loyalty be theirs all the while;
and honey may sweeten their comfort,
along on the banks of Belle Isle.
~Traditional

In Newry town, I was bred and born
In Stephen’s Green now I lie in scorn
I served my time to the saddling trade
But I turned out to be, yes I turned out to be a roving blade

At seventeen I took a wife
I loved her dearly as I loved my wife
And to maintain her both fine and gay
I took to robbing, I took to robbing on the King’s Highway

I never robbed any poor man yet
Nor any tradesman did I beset
I robbed the lords and the ladies bright
And robbed their jewels, and robbed their jewels for my heart’s delight

I robbed Lord Golding, I do declare
And Lady Mansell on Grosvenor Square
I shook the shutters and bid them goodnight
And home I went then, and home I went then to my heart’s delight

To Covent Garden I made my way
With my dear wife for to see the play
Lord Fielding’s gang, they did me pursue
And I was taken, and I was taken by that cursed crew

My father cried “Oh, my darling son”
My wife she wept and cried “I am undone”
My mother tore her white locks and cried
Saying “In the cradle,” saying “In the cradle Willie should have died”

And when I’m dead, aye and in my grave
A flashy funeral pray let me have
With six bold highwaymen to carry me
Give them good broadswords, give them good broadswords and sweet liberty

Six pretty maidens to bear my corpse
Give them white garlands and ribbons all
And when I’m dead, they will speak the truth
He was a wild and, he was a wild and a wicked youth
~Traditional


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3C1WRIitR8

Solas does this Woody Guthrie classic:
https://www.woodyguthrie.org/Lyrics/Pastures_Of_Plenty.htm


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3caeaH1z7vs

I think it’s time
we’ve found a way back home.
You lose so many things in love
as you grow.
I miss the days
when I was just a kid.
My fear became my shadow.
I swear it did.

Wherever is your heart,
I call home.
Wherever is your heart,
I call home.
Though your feet may
take you far from me,
I know
wherever is your heart,
I call home.

You made me feel
like I was always falling.
Always falling down
without a place to land.
Somewhere in the distance,
heard you calling.
Oh, it hurt so bad
to let go of your hand.

Wherever is your heart,
I call home.
Wherever is your heart,
I call home.
Though your feet may
take you far from me,
I know
wherever is your heart,
I call home.

Even when you’re high,
you can get low.
Even with your friends you love,
you’re still alone.
We always find
the darkest place to go.
God forgive our minds,
we were born to roam.

Wherever is your heart,
I call home.
Wherever is your heart,
I call home.
Though your feet may
take you far from me,
I know
wherever is your heart,
I call home.

Oh God, forgive my mind,
Oh God, forgive my mind,
When I come home,
When I come home.

Oh God, forgive my mind,
there’s a road that’s
long and winding,
holler’s home.
I’m callin’ home.

Oh God, forgive my mind,
Oh God, forgive my mind,
When I come home,
When I come home.

Oh God, forgive my mind,
Oh God, forgive my mind,
When I come home,
When I come home.

Wherever is your heart,
I call home.
Wherever is your heart,
I call home.
Though your feet may
take you far from me,
I know.
Wherever is your heart,
I call home.

Wherever is your heart,
I call home.
Wherever is your heart,
I call home.
Though your feet may
take you far from me,
I know.
Wherever is your heart,
I call home.

~Brandi Carlile

Sunset in Detroit

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bC-6qW9j-k

Bryan Levy Photography captured a beautiful time lapse of a Detroit, MI, USA sunset.

A Red Ribbon

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There it is. The red ribbon that fluttered down on top of the plastic money. It curled and unfurled like the bloodshed caused by its own flag. The bones of the fallen cry out in agony before the quiet light of the new dawn. There is nothing to keep them from coming unglued and rising out the earth like forlorn warriors from a forgotten romance. How does one remember the the king? How did the red ribbon float to earth here? The questions plague and confuse my heart-heavy soul. The dreams and half ripshod memories I drink are as gallons to the sea of inequity and iniquity. The answer to the profundity and exclusivity are surely answered by the tint and sheen of the red ribbon. The truth that danced before the cauldron’s olden weave and entered into time and space is clearly rising over the moment like a blood-red sun. The gravity and hope compells me closer to imagine its zenith and the light that dances off the ribbon reminds one of the power and purpose of this shoddy play, while I, the actor must move in time with my own lines. Someday, the red ribbon will dance again on the pearls of a new wind.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WuznaEyzBzs

I wish for you all the Spring’s dances.
I wish for you all the Spirit’s fire.
I wish for you hope’s loving glances.
I wish for you wings to soar higher.
All these things I wish for you.
All those moments, time unending.
I wish all this for you.

Catching Kayla

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kpA-FsKLA6A

A teen diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis found a way to run, and run mighty well at that!