Tag: 2021 April Group Writing

Quote of the Day: Seen By One


“The lover sees this plain woman crowned with the light of heaven. She walks in beauty. Her eyes are windows to Paradise to him. Her body, every inch of it, is an incarnation and epiphany of celestial grace. In her he finds the ecstatic vision that his heart has sought. All this passionate intensity […] is not illusion. [….] The lady is as glorious as he sees her to be. It has been given to him who loves her, to see the truth about her. The rest of us bystanders, mercifully, have not had our eyes thus opened, else we would all go mad. It would be an intolerable burden of glory if we all saw unveiled, the splendor of all other creatures, all the time. . . . We cannot bear very much reality.” — Thomas Howard

In The Evidential Power of Beauty, Fr Thomas Dubay makes the following claim. Who knows you best? Almost invariably, the answer is the person who loves you most. Love is interested. Love digs deep.

April Showers Bring…Thoughts of the Eternal Verities


I wrote the following post on Ricochet four years ago, a year when Granny’s birthday and Easter Sunday fell on the same day.  And, even at the risk of repeating myself, I’m doing just that because April Showers Bring…these same thoughts and reflections along every year.

Like many families, mine has a couple of stretches in the calendar where it seems memories, both upliftingly joyous and heartbreakingly sad, are piled one-on-top-of-another, all at once.  Early March through mid-May is one such.  Another is late September through the end of October. As I write this today, I suddenly realize that July isn’t looking so great either, anymore.  I suppose some of that is just the price of old age, and it will probably get worse before (I trust) it finally–once and for all–gets better.

Regardless, or irregardless as the case may be, from April 16, 2017, here it is:

April Showers Bring . . . Godzilla?


Godzilla 1954What could possibly go wrong here? Japanese scientists, with the approval of government officials, will dispose of radioactive waste water from the decommissioned nuclear power plants at Fukuyama by dumping it in the Pacific Ocean. This is not from the Babylon Bee, nor is it a belated April Fool’s story. It is a tale of our time, playing on our distrust of asserted expertise and asserted public interest. The power of the story also depends on a belief in zero risk options, indeed of magical cake that all may enjoy while continuing to have. Oh, and the story has deep international cultural significance.

I ran across the story through InfoWars, hosting a ZeroHedge column. So, trust but verify. Strait Times? Check. Business Insider? Check. The Sun? Check.

The cooling water that has been accumulating at the crippled Fukushima Daiichi nuclear power plant in Japan will be released into the Pacific Ocean after it has been treated to remove all harmful radioactive substances, Prime Minister Yoshihide Suga’s Cabinet decided yesterday.

Group Writing: The Showers of Shiloh


Cannons and a stone plaque at the Shiloh National Military Park, Tennessee.

It was a hard, cold rain that fell on the living and dead the night of April 6-7, 1862, but it was the showers of a few days before that may have determined the course of the Battle of Shiloh.

In February 1862, General Ulysses S. Grant had captured Forts Henry and Donelson, opening up central Tennessee to the Union and making him a national hero with his insistence on “unconditional surrender.” Grant advanced his army along the Tennessee River to an isolated area just north of that state’s borders with Mississippi and Alabama. Another army, commanded by General Don Carlos Buell, had been ordered to join Grant and they would both then advance to capture the key rail junction at Corinth, Mississippi, less than 25 miles to the southwest.

Group Writing: Aprille with His Shoures Sote


Geoffrey from the Ellesmere Manuscript

The enlightened Chaucer

Whan that Aprille with his shoures sote 
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour, 
Of which vertu engendred is the flour; 
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth 
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth 
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne 
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne, 
And smale fowles maken melodye, 
That slepen al the night with open yë, 
(So priketh hem nature in hir corages): 
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages 
(And palmers for to seken straunge strondes) 
To ferne halwes, couthe in sondry londes; 
And specially, from every shires ende 
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende, 
The holy blisful martir for to seke, 
That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke.
Bifel that, in that seson on a day, 
In Southwerk at the Tabard as I lay 
Redy to wenden on my pilgrimage 
To Caunterbury with ful devout corage, 
At night was come in-to that hostelrye 
Wel nyne and twenty in a companye, 
Of sondry folk, by aventure y-falle 
In felawshipe, and pilgrims were they alle, 
That toward Caunterbury wolden ryde; 
The chambres and the stables weren wyde, 
And wel we weren esed atte beste. 
And shortly, whan the sonne was to reste, 
So hadde I spoken with hem everichon, 
That I was of hir felawshipe anon, 
And made forward erly for to ryse, 
To take our wey, ther as I yow devyse. 
But natheles, whyl I have tyme and space, 
Er that I ferther in this tale pace, 
Me thinketh it acordaunt to resoun, 
To telle yow al the condicioun 
Of ech of hem, so as it semed me, 
And whiche they weren, and of what degree; 
And eek in what array that they were inne: 
And at a knight than wol I first biginne.
— Geoffrey Chaucer, The Prologue to The Canterbury Tales

And so, out of April’s sweet (not sooty) showers comes the great unfinished cycle of Chaucer’s celebration of God and man as he finds them in an age of war and death and pestilence and piety both sincere and false. He was the son of the king’s bottler, or butler, which was to say vintner, and we find him in service as a page in a noble house as a youth and later a diplomat married to a prince’s sister-in-law and, of course, he was most famously to history a court poet. The Canterbury Tales loosely follows a plan adopted by the Florentine Boccaccio in the Decameron, a work of scorching humor where characters in the story share stories themselves, creating a cycle of stories. The Decameron is first released when Chaucer is about ten, and a revised edition when he is about 30. Chaucer appropriates the plan and uses it in part to repurpose and revise earlier works as modern writers sometimes do today, as with Heinlein’s Time Enough for Love, and also to bring us new stories. 

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What do April showers bring to you? Thanks to Ricochet member @RushBabe49 for suggesting this topic, untouched in the history of this group writing project. To set the mood and tempo for the month, let’s start off with a sound track, a playlist playing off the theme “April Showers Bring . . . .” Climbing […]

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What do April showers bring to you? Thanks to Ricochet member @RushBabe49 for suggesting this topic, untouched in the history of this group writing project. Ricochet members, founding or first time subscribers, AND especially the reticent or keyboard shy, are heartily encouraged to join in our group writing project this month. Each month, Ricochet members […]

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