Posts by Julia


Composing With Nature Over a hundred years ago, F. Schuler Mathews wrote the book, Field Book of Wild Birds and Their Music.  It was a shocking kind of bird book: the author wrote out the notations of the bird songs on sheet music paper. Just like he was copying down a ditty that he had heard at the park and wanted to remember it. There were clef notations, key signatures, tempo indications, and even rhythmic markings.   Birds were to...

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When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid,...

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Avila Retreat Center Durham, North Carolina Welcome Avila Retreat Center, sponsored by the Catholic Diocese of Raleigh, North Carolina, is a nonprofit, religious, ecumenical center providing a unique retreat environment. In God we live and move and have our being. Avila Retreat Center offers a variety of retreats including: couples retreats, preached retreats, conference retreats, spiritual retreats, engaged couples retreats, guided...

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The Path To Eternity Hear my crying, O God.  Hear my prayer. Father, although my hair is now streaked with white, I am still your child.  Stoop down from your vastness, lower yourself to my humble state, and listen to my whisper. From the ends of the Earth will I call on you when my heart is in heaviness. I cannot, will not stop calling out to you for what lays on my heart threatens to crush me. O set me up upon the rock that is...

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F orgive me, O Lord, O Lord, forgive me my sins, the sins of my youth, and my present sins, the sin that my parents cast upon me, original sin, and the sins that I cast upon my children, in an ill example; actual sins, sins which are manifest to all the world, and sins which I have so labored to hide from the world, as that now they are hid from mine own conscience, and mine own memory. Forgive me my crying sins, and my whispering...

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