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No Dancing Today
Pope Francis died this morning in Rome. Tonight’s dancing workshop at St. Andrew’s Ravelston Catholic Church parish rooms in Edinburgh is therefore cancelled. I have spent a lot of time this morning thinking, praying, seeking advice, and sending messages. It is not an easy thing to cancel an event, however small, after looking forward to…
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Catholic Choral Symposium in Canada
I have been hoping readers will send me information about their own events, and yesterday I received a lovely message about a choral and organ training seminar in Canada. It is sponsored by the SSPX but seems to aimed at everyone who loves and sings at the Traditional Latin Mass. The reader writes: The event…
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“And those who like us”
Today I picked up flyers for the Eastertide Dance. I’m going to distribute them among Committee members to disseminate among their Catholic friends in places other than our diocesan TLM. For example, some might go the local Catholic Students’ Union, and some might go to supporters of the nearby SSPX. Some might go to the…
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Rejoice, o Jerusalem!
Christians who observe a liturgical calendar do penance for the 40-day season of Lent, which for Latins (i.e. western Catholics) begins on Ash Wednesday. Some take a break for Sundays, whereas others prefer to keep Lenten Sunday celebrations to a minimum. The official Church rules on penance are a but a light yoke nowadays, and…
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Dancing lets our light shine
Re-establishing the norm that gentlemen ask ladies to dance (which takes courage and drive) and ladies wait to be asked (which takes patience, charity and hope) is controversial. It courts accusations of sexism and misogyny, and my confidence wobbled slightly when I watched a three-part documentary about a conservative Christian (or ex-Christian) commune in New…
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How to get asked to dance
But, first, a word about Lent: All things have their season, and in their times all things pass under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted. A time to kill, and a time to heal. A time to destroy,…
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A Vintage Event
I love birthdays and can never let my own pass by without a treat. This year’s treat was a very old-fashioned event: supper at home with husband and Dance Committee, then going by taxicab to a jazz club for dancing, and then taxicabbing home. As Mr McLean insisted that I not cook but order in…
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A New Challenge
This week I eagerly hurried off to a dance class held by a branch of the Royal Scottish Country Dance Society (RSCDS). Inspired by a year-and-a-half of learning ceilidh dances, I decided I wanted to grasp The Real Thing. Meanwhile, I thought that having figured out how to dance “Hamilton House” would stand me in…
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Dancing at Christendom
Yesterday I spoke to a young Scot who is bound for a Catholic college in the USA. He told me that he had danced a lot while visiting the States: East Coast swing, West Coast swing… He sounded very enthusiastic, and I suspect he will be dancing up a storm when he starts next year.…