Tommy Emmanuel Visits Pensacola and Makes Waves

Who is the greatest guitarist alive? Live (in concert)? I would argue that Tommy Emmanuel is the answer to both questions. If you watch just a few minutes of this rather lengthy video, you will understand what I mean.

To top off the celebration of our 33rd wedding anniversary this past weekend, SAM and I attended a concert sponsored by WSRE (local PBS station) at Pensacola State College (Jean and Paul Amos Performance Studio) on Sunday evening. The auditorium was rather small, but the experience was huge.

It's a wave that washes over your head and carries you away. You don't mind, though. You are not afraid. The music immerses you, but you're not submerged. You become part of the liquid, the music, the response. Do you respond by clapping, whistling, hooting? It doesn't matter if you just sit there like a lump. Well, maybe it does matter. Cameras all around the auditorium are capturing every movement, every expression of joy, sorrow, elation, adulation. The entire concert is being recorded.

Who knows? There might be a shot of SAM and me in a new video production someday. Now that's a scary thought!

Rosa 'Spice': Is a Rose Truly a Rose If It Hasn't Any Thorns?

"Roses grow upon briers, which is to signify that all temporal sweets are mixed with bitter...

...But what seems more especially to be meant by it, is that true happiness, the crown of glory, is to be come at in no other way than by bearing Christ's cross by a life of mortification, self-denial, and labor, and bearing all things for Christ...

...The rose, the chief of all flowers, is the last thing that comes out. The briery, prickly bush grows before...

Rosa 'Spice' in our garden near Pensacola, February 2013

...but the end and crown of all is the beautiful and fragrant rose." --Jonathan Edwards, from Images or Shadows of Divine Things

Here it is the middle of February 2013, and my new favorite rose bush, "Spice," an antique rose, is blooming like it's already the month of May. The shrub was a thank-you gift to me from Dr. Gary Knox, a horticultural research scientist with the North Florida Research and Education Center in Quincy, Florida. I had helped his assistant with some project or other, and he knew that I would be leaving the Tallahassee area soon (in March 2012) to return to our home near Pensacola. I can't think of a nicer parting/homecoming gift than a rose bush like "Spice." In its first year in my garden, it has resisted many of the problems common to roses in Florida, detailed in this UF/IFAS article written by Dr. Knox, et al.

"Spice" shrugs off black spot and Cercospora leaf spot, and the latter disease has been known to K.O. even the Knockouts, according to another IFAS rose article. In fact, only two roses, "Mrs. B. R. Cant" and "Spice," were mentioned in the article as reliably resistant to both diseases.

Besides its hardiness in the heat and humidity at our Florida home, "Spice" has another helpful habit: hardly any thorns (briers or prickles). It's obviously not the ideal candidate for Jonathan Edwards' image of mortification. He must have had a Rugosa rose in mind when he wrote his treatise.

Is a Rose truly a Rose if it hasn't any thorns?

A bull would find its head quite bare if it hadn't any horns.

The prickly parts of life that catch us unaware

Are meant for us to bear

So say some wise spiritual guides

Who line up on the sides

Of life's path we try to navigate

And tell us what will trip us up and how to mitigate

The punishment awaiting us if off the path we stray

It's best to listen to the words they say

But add to that the task

Of taking in the written Word that makes you want to ask

Why am I here and how should I live my life?

The questions hold the keys to faith, the answers not in strife

That trips us up and messes up our mind

That thought we knew the key to happiness was simply being kind

But love is what's required, the kind we'd like for self

The sort of love we'd keep reserved and on our private shelf

That if exposed to everyone we'd think would run right out

But if it's Love that Eternal Springs and requires Sacrifice--

The more Divine the source of it--the corporeal, the temporal simply won't suffice...

--Walk2Write, 2-13-2013--

(After he read my post, SAM said it appeared that Mr. Edwards had written the poem, when in fact it was mine, written this very morning).

'Axe' the Frozen Sea: Bull Run Instead of Blue Angels Show at Pensacola Beach?

Pensacola Beach, sometime in late January 2013

It has been a while since I read Allen Josephs' Ritual and Sacrifice in the Corrida. So long in fact that it almost escaped notice again. Forgive me, book, it has been six years since my last reading. Why did it jump out at me then from my bookshelf, with its unassuming spine, sending shivers down mine? I open to the prologue, and it hits me. "Inspiration and Aspiration." Those words sound familiar somehow. Oh yes, my last post. And now the words that struck my frozen sea six years ago while I sat listening to the author's lecture:

"A book, the axe to chop the frozen sea inside, as Franz Kafka once reputedly remarked, can have a strange and not altogether logical genesis." Well put, Dr. Josephs. Your taurine dream described in such vivid detail in your book's prologue, sunk deep within my subconscious, gave me an idea, fantastic though it may be. Tonight on the local news, there was a brief segment about the Blue Angels. The sequestration deadline, pushed back to March 1, is looming on the horizon, and the locals are restless about it. The Blue Angels' shows that leave millions of dollars in their wake and wow tourists and locals alike may soon be on the chopping block.


Now, I "axe" you: Is that necessary? Well, maybe, from a practical standpoint, since this country simply cannot continue to spend more money than it makes. Some sacrifices need to be made now and then, just to keep things going, right? They aren't always pretty or pleasant, but there they are, keeping us on our toes, trying to outrun the bulls and gals in Congress and stay one step ahead of whatever it is they leave behind them. Is a Bull Run on the beach more doable than the Blue Angels? On second thought, I'd rather have the Blue Angels than a Bull Run on Pensacola Beach. Pamplona can keep those bulls running right where they usually do, and we'll continue to let the Blue Angels fly high. If the bulls and gals in D.C. want to chop something, let them work on cleaning up the stuff they leave behind and keeping their own houses in order. Sacrifice, indeed!