Thursday, July 31, 2008

Cathedral Concert Comin' at Ya!

Well then...what a treat I've had to share!
One of my England dreams was to sit still in a cathedral and listen to sublime music. That aural feast was delivered in tandem last night in what is known as the University Church of St.Mary the Virgin. An exquisite 13th century building with a rich history - it was the site of the 1555 heresy trails of the Oxford Martyrs including Archbishop Thomas Cranmer who was subsequently burned at stake just outside the city walls to the north.
Each evening following dinner, we are treated to some organized literary or musical celebration.
Of course, the insidious plan is to feed us like kings and queens of academia and then like a glorified form of bootcamp, force us all to trudge back downtown - this time forging straight ahead on High Street.
On High Street we pass through various stone edifices including the famous Bodelian Library, Radcliffe Camera and the Hertford Bridge.















First (pictured below) we pass on our left, the Hertford Bridge.
Hertford Bridge in New College Lane, Oxford, England is often referred to as the "Bridge of Sighs" because of its supposed similarity to the famous bridge of the same name in Venice.
The bridge links together the Old and New Quadrangles of Hertford College.















Then on the right, the entrance to Bodelian Library, the main research library of the University of Oxford and of which the Radcliffe Camera (pictured below) is a later extension.
The circular dome and drum of the Radcliffe Camera is one of the most distinctive landmarks in a city full of distinctive buildings. The camera (the word means simply "room") was built 1737-1749 with £40,000 bequeathed by Dr John Radcliffe, the royal physician.
The Radcliffe Camera was intended to house a new library, and designs were called for from several leading architects, including Nicholas Hawksmoor (responsible for much of All Soul's College) and James Gibbs.
It was Gibbs who won the competition, with his elegant Palladian design, though his final plans drew heavily on earlier work by Hawksmoor. Gibbs was also responsible for the Church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields, in Trafalgar Square, London.
Originally the library in the Radcliffe Camera held both scientific and general books, but those collections were gradually moved to other University libraries, so that today the Camera functions as the main reading room of the Bodleian Library. The finished building holds some 600,000 books in underground rooms beneath Radcliffe Square.
Sadly, the Radcliffe Camera is not open to the public.

Then --- drum roll please....
This massive bell-tolling 13th century tower envelopes the entire horizon from that point, spiraling heavenward, luring us in.

The only sense offense I can fault this cathedral for, is smell. It smelled distinctly of must and mold. We sat in the balcony for a premium view and top rate acoustics. I could actually hear the muffled conversations of the orchestra members below as they warmed up pre-concert, and you can see with your own eyes that I was the furthest removed from them.














Programming included Handel's Arrival of the Queen of Sheba, Mozarts' Symphony No. 40 in G minor, Opera selection from Mignon (with the richest velvet sounding mezzo soprano ever!) two baroque selections from C.W.Gluck and four choral selections by the C.S. Lewis Institute Chorale which culminated in what is surely, the most gloriously orchestrated version of that classic hymn: Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing (a personal favourite).
I am convinced heaven's music is orchestrated,
employing the gifts of myriad musicians...none of the least will be singers like you and I!
After intermission we enjoyed the three movements of Mozarts' Piano Concerto No.17 in G Major, K453
performed by Paul Barnes whom Catherine and I met personally on the quad deck of our building where he was typing out last minute program notes.
He's crazy aka eccentric, and played like one possessed :)
It was great fun.

On a silly side note (punny!)
Today I fried my hotrollers to death. I had it set up with the convertor and then the adapter and then a few minutes later -- a whiff and puff of smoke alerted me to the fact that it was now history.
Endless ponytails here we come. We have alternating humid damp and sunny dry days. It's either improving or Cath and I are simply adjusting.
My pedometer reads 3389. I have no idea what that means. Miles? LOL. It sure is starting to feel like it!
On our daily jaunts we see increasing numbers of buskers. Guitar guys, violin duets, flute solo's each with their donation hats at their feet.
Yesterday, in my "brisk trot" to class, I absentmindedly plowed over a bowler hat of coin and sent it spewing forth over a ten foot radius. In a horrified panic, I ran after all the rolling coin and with the help of a few bystanders, managed to restore most of the contents to the hat.
I looked up at this bronze statue which suddenly turned its head to me, nodding its thanks - but first it pointed to its eyes which I think translated into: Watch where you're going!
I think my two pound coin might have repaired the damage. At least I'm hoping so.















Wednesday, July 30, 2008

The Daily Jaunt to St.Aldate's






This my friends, will be the most comprehensive pictorial guide of the twenty minute walk Catherine and I make each day (a number of times!) from our dorm at Keble to our conference location at St. Aldates.

I will make a serious attempt to be specific about what you are looking at so it doesn't become a mere tour of dusty streets lined with very old buildings.

Above is the arched entrance to our temporary home - an impressive building of Gothic architecture founded in the 1870's in memory of John Keble whose aim it was to re-establish the Catholic heritage in the Church of England. It opened to a mere 30 students with express intention of a career in the Church and only recently (1979) admitted women undergraduates...it is no longer tied to the Church of England and in fact has itself moved clearly into the realm of secularism.

The door is locked every evening so if you forget your key, you'll be knocking for some time in the hope that some kind soul in the Porter's Lodge (on watch duty) hears you and bids you entrance.
We make our way along endless ivy-covered stone walls lined by massive specimens of two of my favourite trees:

the London Plane and the Copper Beech. As such, I feel as if I could be in my own front courtyard - the similarities are so great.









Wadham College (pictured below) is on the left a block or two down Parks Road. It's Oxfords largest College and has been holding open air professional theatre since 1992.

We would have loved to catch a show of Shakespeare's Twelth Night but alas, our tight schedule hardly allows any extra's.

As it is, I have to give up the concluding session of Christian Apologetics in the Spirit of C.S. Lewis tomorrow afternoon for the highly popular (and this weeks final) tour of the Kilns.

A tough choice but I cannot see sacrificing this once in a life-time opportunity...and my brain is starting to hurt anyway. http://www.oxfordshakespearecompany.co.uk/











We are now at the end of Parks Road and are about to make a right on Broad Street to the city center...

King Arms Pub Circa 1606 was the landmark to look for when we first navigated our way from the Gloucester Green bus-stop.

Toting our luggage and backpacks, complete with camera swinging from the neck, we looked every bit the bedraggled lost tourist -- and we certainly could have used a pint of frothing Guiness!




BUT...I used discretion and we plodded past, settling for water from the bathroom tap. *sigh*

Y'know beloved, how I've always talked about replacing our front door with a wooden one?


I found this rather appealing.


What would you're opinion be?








Catherine long legs walking fifty paces ahead again...
But I have this to say:
I am not the one rapidly depleting the bandage box to cover the blisters!

And this tidbit is for Diana back home;
my beautiful newly acquired Sketcher's from SportCheck are behaving admirably for me. I must have put thousands on the pedometer already with not a single outbreak on my heels. What a well-made walking shoe that is, and the bookish owl monogram on the heel is so...so Oxfordish. :) I just love them!

Broad Street is often closed to vehicles and it's a good thing too, since it is quite enough having to look out for the myriad bikers who recklessly exercise their right of way. Canadians just don't get it eh?
But where might I ask, are the warning bells I heard so much of in Amsterdam? -- (the only other European city I've been in where my life was constantly at risk with my regular wanderings into the bikers lane)?
Bikers lane, smikers lane. Pfft!


This pic is for Tracy.

Starbucks abound. I pass at least three of them on my daily jaunt.
The line-ups are usually out the door so my latte fixes have been few and far between.
It's Tea for Two in England anyway is it not? and have I not faithfully practised that switch for months prior to this trip?
Besides, Green Tea boosts metabolism and I consider that a definite priority these days! :)



The Oxford Museum.

Explore the wonders of Oxford’s long history at the Museum of Oxford. Before the first student took his first lesson at the University, saints walked here, kings were crowned here and parliaments debated here. Discover the city’s earliest residents, medieval crafts, Civil War stories, Oxford’s famous literary connections and the growth of the modern city.
I can't really give you any authentic history of this wall motif. But we pass it every day and it makes me laugh.
It's the Boys Bell Ringers and I thought it was kinda cute.
Speaking of ringing bells -- what a constant and glorious sound that is around here! Often you can hear more than one sounding the hour. In fact, as I type this I can hear one tolling midnight. Yes, it's midnight right now and I sincerely hope you appreciate my sacrifice in updating this blog. It can be tedious only because the visuals are so overwhelming. I know if I don't keep current, I will simply give up. Here's a great bell trivia:
Great Tom is the bell that hangs in Tom Tower (designed by Christopher Wren) in Christ Church, University of Oxford, England. It is the loudest bell in Oxford, and measures seven feet one inch in diameter and five feet nine inches in height, and weighs six and a quarter tons.
Great Tom is still sounded 101 times every night, which signifies the 100 original scholars of the college plus one (added in 1663). It is rung at 21:05, which corresponds to what used to be "Oxford time" (when different parts of the country set their clocks according to their distance from the Greenwich meridian), and was at one time the signal for all the Oxford colleges to lock their gates. The bell is only rung by swinging on very special occasions.

T'is a wistfully sad observation, but after a while - it's just another regular wooden arched door with bikes parked nearby...

I think I need to take the walking tour with a well-informed guide who can enlighten me with historical significance...so much to do, so little time.
By the way, at this point we've passed four major book stores and turned left on Cornmarket Street.
(also deemed a pedestrian only thruway at certain hours)

I simply cannot believe how many people around the world have followed us into Oxford this summer!
It's a good thing I'm lugging this oversized laptop bag on my back -- people tend to move out of the way -- it'll be good protection for my first hit and run bike incident too.
I nearly plowed into these two waltzing around the corner with camera lens attached to my eye.

When I asked permission to immortalize them digitally, the one turned to the other and said in a most delightful accent:

"Ah, the lass wants a pic o' us, let's straight and smart then...'ere ya go luv!"




Is this the place we mused?

What an interesting concept mummy!
she said.

How Inkling is that? we thought.









But no, a few doors down on the same side we found the correct St.Aldates.

...and once again, practised discretion.

It was 8:45am after all.








During breakout time when we are advised to stretch, "caffienate" ourselves and stroll out the side door for the sunniest side Oxford has seen for a while, we stare open-mouthed at this architectural masterpiece.

Tom Tower is a bell tower in Oxford, England, named for its bell, Great Tom. It is over the main entrance of Christ Church, Oxford in Tom Quad, on St Aldate's. This square tower with an octagonal lantern and facetted ogee dome was designed by Christopher Wren and built 168182. The strength of Oxford architectural tradition and Christ Church's connection to its founder, Henry VIII, motivated the decision to complete the gatehouse structure, left unfinished by Cardinal Wolsey at the date of his fall from power in 1529, and which had remained roofless since.


























Inside the church we convene.
Next post will include specifics on the dynamic speakers we've heard and their invigorating messages but for now...







Catherine and I are agreed, today was the most amazing morning session yet. Diana Glyer talked about the Algebra of Friendship based on her book The Company They Keep
Her message was timely, timeless, powerful and ever so inspiring.
I think the standing ovation confirmed that sentiment.
Do the only right smart thing and google An Interview with Diana Pavlac Glyer at,
You won't regret it.
Okay folks, time for beddy bye. My baby is whining about lights out.
(insert rolling eyes smiley here :)


The doors will soon be locked!















































Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Reflection - in both verb and noun

Many of you have asked, what exactly is the C.S. Lewis Summer Institute?
Typically, my sorry attempts to explain have left you wondering and still in want of a decent answer. May this post be a redemption of sorts. :)
The Mission statement of the C.S. Lewis Foundation (instituted 1972)
Inspired by the life and legacy of C.S. Lewis, we seek to advance the renewal of Christian thought and creative expression throughout the world of learning and the culture at large.
Every three years, the Institute has welcomed "students" of the Christian faith to the distinguished College residences of Oxford and Cambridge - the Alma mater of Lewis, under a specific theme. Once environments of great and stimulating Christian thought, Oxford in particular is now considered to be thoroughly secular. It is home to the worlds foremost militant atheist, Richard Dawkins.

Oxbridge 2008 runs under the theme Imago Dei? The Self and Search for Meaning
The idea is to provoke our intellect and spirit to greater heights by means of fellowship, discourse and sitting under a lot of good old fashioned tutelage by scholars in the field of study we pre-selected a number of weeks ago.
Apart from being a pathetic junkie of all things C.S. Lewis, the specifics of this years theme struck a gong in my head and a flutter unlike others in my chest.
It simply but surely resonated with everything that had ever confounded me AND with all I had ever considered "profound".
It instantly brought to mind three highly revered points of reference that have greatly influenced my life as a pilgrim on this earth...
1. Ecclesiastes 3, my favourite scripture passage
2. The powerful lyrics of a highly esteemed Christian singer/songwriter, Carolyn Arends
3. The incredibly illustrated book, Dangerous Journey
Bear with me as I elaborate on these three things and you will understand how they came together so forcefully the moment I laid eyes on the conference promo material...
I have seen the burden God has laid on men.
He has made everything beautiful in its time.
He has also set eternity in the hearts of men;
yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end. Ecc.3:10,11
He has set eternity in my heart --- I mulled that one over for years, I loved the sound of it but it scared me too. Over time I found it answering many questions of faith for me, perhaps it would be more correct to say that it settled many arguments in my own rebel mind.
Carolyn Arends is a singer/songwriter of note and an artist I promote unashamedly to my choir students. If we are what we listen to, then this woman is nothing short of a God-send to the shallow, impoverished smorgasbord of what now passes for Christian Contemporary music.
Here are the words of Reaching, found on her album Seize the Day:
There's a time I can recall, four years old and three feet tall
trying to reach the stars and the cookie jar
but both were out of reach...
Later on in my highschool, it seemed a little cruel
how the right words to say always seemed to stay
just out of reach.
Well I should not have thought it strange
that growing causes growing pains 'cause the more we learn
the more we know --- we don't know anything!
Still, it seems a tragic fate, living with this quiet ache
...the constant strain for what remains, just out of reach.
We are reaching for the future, we are reaching for the past
and no matter what we have, we reach for more
We are desperate to discover what is just beyond our grasp
but maybe...that's what heaven is for.
There are times I can't forget -- dressed up in my Sunday best,
trying not to squirm and to maybe learn, a bit of what the preacher preached.
And later, lying in the dark? I felt a stirring in my heart
and though I longed to see what could not be seen
I still believed!
I guess I shouldn't think it odd -- until we see the face of God,
the yearning deep within us tells us, there's more to come!
So when we taste of the divine, it leaves us hungry every time
for one more taste of what awaits -- when heavens gates are reached.
We are reaching...
and I believe -- that's what heaven's for.
Now I know one is more struck by music than the other, but this song is signature for me.
It blesses me every single time I hear it and curiously, as if on cue, it also conjures up images of my all time favourite book - Dangerous Journey, the beautifully illustrated adaptation of John Bunyan's classic, Pilgrims Progress. If you don't know about this story, please make it your mission to own a copy and by all means, read it aloud to anyone who will listen!
These three things are representative of what has most certainly shaped me and I have just made myself transparent to you in sharing them. I know I am not unique in this. We all alike have experiences and influences that remind us of who we are and who we are becoming in the hands of the Silversmith. Refiners Fire...hey! there's a song in there somewhere :)
Since nothing happens by chance, I feel blessed beyond measure to be here at Oxford, immersed in the stuff of Imago Dei.
....man, am I ever tired. Time for a break. :)








Come along on a walk with me....

I've decided that if you truly are going to experience Oxford vicariously, then the kind and proper thing to do is give you a pictorial guide of my daily 20 minute jaunt from dormitory (at Keble) to conference location (St.Aldate's). And since I cannot seem to fix the error on the previous blog (body text) -- and somehow erased the only pic posted of Keble in my efforts, I shall start with a more panoramic scope of Keble College, our headquarters for the week in Oxford.
This is Catherine holding my laptop hostage for the evening...and that would be about the size of our room - two single beds pushed against the other, I'm taking the photo standing in front of our exit and beside the pint-sized "loo". What you see is what you get, or conversely, what we get. I've decided I could never endure dormitory life for any extended period.
Yes, I am a pampered spoiled brat and I know it. :)
Our building is tucked behind the majestic main college building and is definitely more modern. We even have an elevator to service six floors -- no other accommodation offers this luxury. There is also no such thing as air conditioning here in England....a broad and sweeping indictment, yes -- but we've been in countless places already, none of which are comfortable in the face of this unseasonable humid summer.



Fans are a hot commodity - and in short supply.
We have a key that opens the glass door into our corridor
and then the same key opens our dorm door. So please know beloved -- we are practising safe study and are well protected. :)





If we pass through this gate and walk straight ahead...














...we end up at the chapel entrance - the place for the optional 7am morning prayers -
a well established anglican practise I would do well to make my own.











Going into the "inner sanctuary"... massive doors that defy description.













This is a place that truly inspires reverance and meditation

In the Reformed tradition, we play the iconoclast with a fierce and proud vigilance and I know of course, there was a time and a place for that. Sitting in the quiet of such an environment for the express purpose of communing with the God of all true Beauty however, I can't help but think we've thrown the baby out with the bathwater.
hmmm....pity that.
Well I have much much more to share but I have to be kind and share this computer with my sweet travelling companion. I shall write today's story in longhand first then, while she updates and perhaps I can blog again.
Lovely talking with you all, thanks so much for tagging along!

Monday, July 28, 2008

The Eye of London

A British Airways Boeing 747 took us across the Atlantic without incident. I have high praise for the airline - it's equipment and service is of the refreshingly old-fashioned type. Customer service is not dead and gone after all!
World Traveller Plus means you get a few extra inches of leg room and while it certainly beats the cramped quarters of a chartered flight (can of sardines anyone?) the seat is still not a bed.
Yeah, revelation, I know.
I "stole" this picture having secured permission from some security personnel and then was promptly chastised by a BA female rep. who suggested that photography of their planes is a security breach. What a load of hooey.

















Here's the fella that relieved us of 70 pounds to transport us from Heathrow to the city center.
It was nice to sit comfortably and get a Londenderry visual but I already think cab drivers are suspect for seeking out and finding the heavily congested areas. Curiously, the meter does not stop and crawl like we did through much of the city.
London is dirty I'm afraid. Dirty and frenetic.

















This is Big Ben. I'd love to give you a host of details about these sites but alas, the cutsie little tour guide I purchased at the kiosk went missing from our Capsule -- probably sometime during the extra 15 minutes we were held hostage due to technical difficulties. This was much to the chagrin of my travelling companion whom I discovered, does not pull off all-nighters very well. Just when you'd want them to act their age for a change....

















A statue outside of Buckingham Palace - I admired its' Aslan'esque' appearance! If I find out its true significance I'll let you in on it. The changing of the guard apparently takes place every summer morning at 11am. We drove through that ceremony in the second cab drive back to Victoria Station to catch a coach to Oxford. It was then I started to suspect the cab drivers propensity for choosing congested routes -- the direct route was pointed out to us by cabbie #1 and #2 definitely did not use it! *sigh*

















Buckingham Palace from the backseat window, leaning over Catherine. Just austere looking, really. Hate to sound so unimpressed, but if I were Queen of England, I'd look for another piece of real estate. :)

















From the beginning of our capsule rotation which incidentally takes 30 minutes. Turtlenet speed. Fortunately, I could keep busy snapping photos, I've decided I don't like it much when I can't see the ground anywhere beneath me. The para-sailing dream just died.
This is the renowned London sky-line - Westminster Abbey with the Tower of London sporting Big Ben atop and Westminster Bridge running along the side....

















this is...uhm...yeah...little tour book missing
















My little forlorn looking daughter looking out over the vast River Thames
























Keble College is headquarters for the week here at Oxford. We have only just begun to explore it's nooks and crannies...
The exquisite dining hall where we supped with about 200 conferees. Catherine schooled me on the Latin inscribed in the numerous stained glass windows. I shall try to snag a close-up of these inspiring Letters of Light in the near future.
And now my dear friends, I must go to bed. I shall reunite at day's end tomorrow. Luv y'all!