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Something Beyond— At Principle Gallery



All human nature vigorously resists grace because grace changes us and the change is painful.

–Flannery O’Connor, The Habit of Being: Letters of Flannery O’Connor



Grace is such a wonderful word, yet it often eludes definition or understanding for many, me included. I think of it in terms of harmony, of being synchronized with the rhythm of the world and universe. There is a quality of smoothness in this, one that is accepting of the moment and place. Graceful in movement, gracious in manner.

And simple as that might sound, it eludes us mightily. And just when you think you might understand or recognize it, it seems to evaporate like morning mist in the sunlight.

Maybe it is as the author Flannery O’Connor wrote above. Maybe we live our lives out of rhythm and become comfortable in that way of being so that the idea of grace seems alien to us. To accept grace, to move towards it, would mean we would have to leave parts of ourselves behind in order to change.

And as we all know, change is dreaded by almost everyone. We often accept the misery we know in lieu of trying to change who and what and where we are.

That’s it for today. I am only throwing out that thought and may be wrong at that. Just a thought.

I will add that if you haven’t read any Flannery O’Connor, brace yourself. Her work presented a dark vision and place with residents who often both sought and rejected grace. Both heaven and hell are in the here and now and it is up to us to figure things out for ourselves. It might be our only chance, our only turn on the big prize wheel.

The paragraph below is a prime example of that, taken from her novel Wise Blood. It’s a tough and grim book to get through as was its film adaptation. But it certainly makes one think.

“Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to never was there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it. Where is there a place for you to be? No place.

Nothing outside you can give you any place,” he said. “You needn’t look at the sky because it’s not going to open up and show no place behind it. You needn’t to search for any hole in the ground to look through into somewhere else. You can’t go neither forwards nor backwards into your daddy’s time nor your children’s if you have them. In yourself right now is all the place you’ve got. If there was any Fall, look there, if there was any Redemption, look there, and if you expect any Judgment, look there, because they all three will have to be in your time and your body and where in your time and your body can they be?”

― Flannery O’Connor, Wise Blood

For this Sunday Morning Music, let’s continue with the theme of grace. Here’s a wonderful performance of the Paul Simon classic, Graceland, from Allison Krauss and Jerry Douglas.





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The writer operates at a peculiar crossroads where time and place and eternity somehow meet. His problem is to find that location.

–Flannery O’Connor

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I think you could probably substitute artist in for writer in the words above from author Flannery O’Connor (1925-1964) without changing the gist of the thought too much. All art, and literature certainly falls into that category, is about transforming the now of the creation– the time and place— into something beyond that moment, into something timeless–the eternity to which O’Connor refers.

Finding that intersection where those two things come together is, as she points out, not such as easy thing to accomplish. And almost every instance the artist will never know if they have come to those crossroads that moves their work into the realm of the eternal.

I guess the finding is immaterial without the seeking. And seeking without any assurance of finding something that will ever reveal itself to you is an act of faith, a belief that there something eternal worth seeking.

I don’t know what else to call it. You keep trying. You think it is near sometimes but when you finally come to it, you’re not sure enough of what you’re experiencing to stop seeking.

Does one ever know when they have come to that crossroads?

That being said, here’s this week’s Sunday morning music from a longtime favorite of mine, Tracy Chapman. I think her body of work sometimes get overlooked in the deluge of the new but every time I come back to her, I wonder how I have let her slip out of mind. Here’s a song that fits the subject here, Crossroads, to accompany the painting at the top, Beyond the Crossroads, from back in 2004.

Have a good Sunday, okay?

 

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