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On A Personal Note

On A Personal Note

Better Than We imagine

 

This past week, Rev. Dave Davis shared a tale of from a local shelter which offered, among other things, clothes to those in need.  It was a bustling, busy day. A young lady was helping folks sort though coats of the right sizes that would fit their family’s members.  Meanwhile, down the stairs came a man carrying in bags full of new donations from area churches.  Then, one elder gentleman, in dilapidated foot coverings that could scarcely be called sandals, came up to our young volunteer and asked if they had any shoes in a man’s size 10.  Rummaging around through the shelves, she reported back to the gentleman, “I am so sorry, but all the shoes we have are only for ladies.”   At this point, the man toting all the fresh donations broke in, saying, “Oh, wait a moment.  That was size 10?  I think we have one more sack with men’s stuff in the truck.  Let me go check.”  And sure enough, the man returned with a sturdy-looking pair that would fit and last well through the upcoming winter. Our young lady was thinking to herself how fortunate things turned out…until she spotted that man who had brought the donations going back up the stairs in his stocking feet.

 

Later that day, Lorraine and I sat sipping coffee and pondering this marvelous act of generosity.  “You know,” my wife said, “I can think of several of our friends who would have instinctively answered that need in exactly the same way.”  We thought and began ticking off their names.  (I also came up with the two associates who probably would have stolen the elder gentleman’s socks.) But we were surprised and gratified that, yes, at least 10 friends of ours would almost certainly have made that gift.  And, if you’re as fortunate as we, I’ll bet five cents of my own money that you can name several such generous friends yourself.  There’s more compassion out there than we tend to realize.

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Hip Hip for Valentines Day

One of my ten favorite definitions of love is: that marvelous state of being in which your own well being is dependent on the well being of another.   Just think for a moment.  Love is probably the only emotion that we deem worthy of its own celebration day.   There are no cards sent for Hate or for Anger’s special day.  No champagne corks pop for Fear Day.  No one gets chocolate in celebration of Greed.  (No.  Election day does not count.)  The reason is markedly simple: we love to love.  We love to be loved.  And romance, well, it makes us joyfully lose our mind.  (Personal examples excluded.)

Those of you who have stumbled across my biography will note that this scribbler’s most prized writings are the poems he has written to his beloved, which stand published on the north wall of our house.  So, if you will, allow me to share a brief segment of the Valentine poem, “Fortune Smiles,” penned years ago for my bride…

Love is a chalice

From which each one may sip,

Thereby enriching all.

Hate is a bowl,

In which unfortunate souls wallow

In vain hope of staunching their pain.

The Fates have sent me Sweet Lorraine

My Soul overflows

I have no need of the bowl.

Happy Valentines Day 

In This Season

In this season of love celebrated and friendships rekindled,

        We wish you a joyful heart lots of laughter – as we share our  many blessings

      And in the coming year may we rediscover the power of our own kindness to warmly enrich our fellow travelers.

                     Merry  Christmas and Happy Holidays,

              From the Bart Jackson &

                    The BartsBooks Team

Fugal Leadership

Maestro Nicholas McGegan is short in stature, unprepossessing of character, and was able to draw the absolute best out of the New Jersey Symphony Orchestra last night when they played Handel’s Water Music, Beethoven’s First Piano Concerto and Mendelssohn’s Reformation Symphony.  Does it help that he is 32-year director of San Francisco’s Philharmonia Baroque Orchestra and has been awarded the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire for music services?  Not really.

At some point earlier in the week, guest conductor Nicholas had to stand up before a group of total strangers, each an expert in playing these pieces.  With a mere eight rehearsal hours, he had to weld them into a unit that would perform this music his way. And from the moment he raised his hands at the podium, his mastery methods became evident.  Nicholas McGeghan completely enjoyed this music and these musicians.  It was obvious to everyone in the hall that there was no other place on this planet Maestro McGeghan wanted to be.   His gestures were unconventional.  He used no baton. But his sheer joy contagiously radiated throughout the hall.  Of course the NJSO musicians followed suit.   Nicholas’ enthusiasm was irresistible….Leadership lesson #1, I noted.

After the performance I chatted briefly with a couple of the musicians concerning their guest conductor.  Both agreed that this Cambridge and Oxford educated professor held an exceptional gift for articulating exactly what he wanted, in a way that they all understood.  I have been able to experience this Leadership lesson #2 at work under the direction of Mr. Noel Werner, music director of the Nassau Presbyterian church choir.  Noel employs a humorous verbal precision to steer our vocality away from “the Carol Channing flat aya” and “the sonorous Kentucky hills RRR,” onto the exact tones he requires.  The more precisely and comprehensibly you can articulate what you want, the more likely you are to get it.

Ten cents of my own money says that lessons #1 and #2 just might apply to the leadership of my own ventures.

Wishing you Every Success,

– Bart Jackson

This Glorious Easter Morn

I have risen with the sun and lifted my arms high in appreciative salute to Helios as he pushes through the clouds and over the trees.  Soon my bride and I will head off for Nassau Presbyterian Church, don our choir robes and I, with more gusto than talent, will bellow forth my favorite hymns, with such treasured lyrics as: “…bid the grim demonic chorus Christ is risen, Get you gone….”  Oh yeah.  Today the good guys are winning.

Sweet Spring has drawn our weary heads out of the winter of our discontent and her first teasing perfumes resurrect new hopes in all of us.  ‘Tis the season that has prodded poets’ pens throughout the ages.  (You will not be subjected to my Persephone’s Return poem conjured for my bride this morning.) But allow me, if you will, to pass on to you one fervent seasonal wish:  May you resurrect Hope within your own life.

There are indeed more people who want to help you than hurt you.  Our own culture bulges with public servants and private donors and good-hearted souls who are contributing to their planet and fellows.

Why not find and celebrate them?  Whether you join them or not remains, of course, your choice.  Yet, may you be aware of all the good that the fellows of your species are doing.  As always, there is great money and great sources of power to be had by stirring up our fears.  Those who lay out an array of threats are legion.  But in the end, despair is simply an inaccurate vision.  Hope has the majority on its side.

So as the season comes into full flower, may we all bid the grim, demonic chorus Hope is risen, get you gone.

Oh, and to my atheistic buddies who will doubtless greet me on this particular Easter with, “Christ is risen – April Fools!” I get the joke.

Wishing you every success,

 Bart Jackson