Espressi and Aspirations


Often-times on a day off, with no particular plans, I’ll take an “urban trek,” to explore some part of the city I’ve never really paid much attention to.  It’s a great way to open my eyes to new sights smells and sounds… AND… it doesn’t cost much more than metro fare.  Last week I was on such a trek in Logan circle, when midway I stopped for a coffee.

Better said, I grabbed a “cafe.”  Five years of seminary in Rome fostered a number of religious devotions in me, including my love of espresso.  It’s a great pick-me-up in the morning or midday.  And yes, it can be a religious experience.  Making one requires a certain degree of liturgy whether it’s ritual dialog with your favorite barista or respectfully engaging your own espresso pot/machine to confect the perfect demitasse.  The results can be wonderful.  Psychologically, I break out of whatever rut I was in.  Physically, I get to sit and compose myself before the caffeine sets me up to face the world again.  The whole process doesn’t have to take more than a few minutes.  OK, spiritually speaking it’s not exactly a retreat at Mt. Athos, but one could well call an espresso break the culinary equivalent of an “aspiration.”

Aspirations are small spontaneous prayers we offer up throughout the day.  They’re literally “breaths” sent up to God.  An aspiration can be an act of thanks, faith, intercession of pleading for help.  Aspirations are [hopefully] responded to by in-spirations… “breathing-ins” from God that answer our deepest needs.   As an exercise, consider offering up a short series of aspirations every time you make a coffee break during the day… It may help you to see your day through eyes of faith.

Back to the urban trek… rejuvenated by my stop at Peregrine Espresso, I continued my exploration of the neighborhood… new houses, new restaurants, new everything inspiring me with new reflections and aspirations… and somewhere in all that newness, the distinct flavor of hope (mixed with coffee, of course.)

“I often think that when we come to adore Our Lord, we should obtain all we wish, if we would ask it with very lively faith, and a pure heart.” -St. John Vianney, On Prayer

Rock Creek, A Perfect Place for Re-Creation

The Lord is my shepherd;
there is nothing I lack.
In green pastures you let me graze;
to safe waters you lead me;
you restore my strength.
You guide me along the right path
for the sake of your name.
(Psalm 23:1-3)

“The best things in life are free.”  so the saying goes… and here in Washington it’s true!  Among the most primordial examples is Rock Creek Park, recently featured in the Washington Post Magazine (13 July 2014) as the “wild heart” of our city.  The park overflows with opportunities for personal renewal and growth.  Whether it’s a good trail run on its miles of woodland paths, a pensive horseback ride through arbored scenery or time spent at picnic and play, Rock Creek Park is place to better encounter ourselves and God.

The Stone Bridge in Rock Creek Park
The Stone Bridge in Rock Creek Park

Gaudium et spes (para. 22) speaks beautifully about how man, peering into Christ discovers his own best self.  One could also add that staring into the best parts of each other… we human beings observe sparks of the divine, the latent image and likeness of our Creator.  The result of this mutual study between us and God is re-creation… itself the origin of our term “recreation”.  It’s the whole reason we have parks like Rock Creek: places set apart from the hustle and bustle of the world where we can stop looking at other things and just contemplate ourselves and our Creator.  To experience this point in a an overt way, one of my favorite Rock Creek pastimes is biking the length of Beech Drive listening to Haydn’s “Creation.”  A sumptuous oratorio setting the first chapters of Genesis and other creation-related Scriptures to music, the “Creation” raises the ordinary exercise of a Rock Creek bike ride into a religious experience.

Another faith-dimension to places like Rock Creek is their gratuitousness.  In Washington we’re blessed to benefit from numerous free public institutions.  The nature of these sites, whether the monuments, or jazz in the NGA Sculpture Garden, or Rock Creek park or anywhere else… is to be free gifts that the people of our country have given to each other.  Sometimes these gifts come from the will of individuals.  Andrew Melon, for example, donated the nucleus of the National Gallery collection.  Other times these gifts are organized by the collective will of our nation, as is the case with the national parks.  In all cases these institutions were given as a free offering for the flourishing of our fellow citizens.  In this, our free public institutions participate in God’s own free gift of creation.  How blessed are we as to see the nation’s capital, our home, not only as a monument to human striving but indeed as a place where God’s own virtues can take flesh in us to make us a little more like him.

See “Touring Tips” for more info on visiting the park and beyond.

Now ask the beasts to teach you,
and the birds of the air to tell you;
Or the reptiles on earth to instruct you,
and the fish of the sea to inform you.
Which of all these does not know
that the hand of God hand of God has done this.”
(Job 12:7-9)

Hillwood, where Magnificence Lives


The Hillwood Museum, Estate and Gardens has a motto, “Hillwood, where Fabulous lives.”  Enjoying this typically DC experience through the eyes of faith yields a far deeper reflection.  I humbly submit that Hillwood could well amend its motto to, “Hillwood, where Magnificence lives.”

Hillwood is the home of Marjorie Merriweather Post.  Heiress to the Post cereal fortune, Mrs. Post had a passion for collecting French decorative arts.  When her husband Joseph Davies became ambassador to the Soviet Union in the 1930’s her taste expanded to include Russian imperial art, both decorative and liturgical.  In 1955 Mrs. Post made Hillwood her home.  It also became home to her vast collection of French and Russian art.  Everything from icons to paintings to furniture to jeweled easter eggs (Faberge) and gold-thread liturgical apparel is displayed in Mrs. Post’s neo-Georgian mansion.  Throughout her life Mrs. Post was dedicated to philanthropic works.  She gave generously (ofteimages-2n anonymously) to the Salvation Army, the American Red Cross, the National Symphony Orchestra, the Kennedy Center, and the Washington Ballet Guild, as well as other charities.  Mrs. Post was also a patriot and opened her home to wounded Vietnam veterans from Walter Reed and Bethesda Naval Hospital to ease their convalescence.  She wanted Hillwood to be a place where true beauty could be experienced in a livable atmosphere.  To this end, she arranged for Hillwood to become a functioning museum after her death.  At first the museum was privately run by her heirs, and later established as a public institution.

The estate’s gardens, greenhouses, gallery space, even its cafe can only be described with superlative adjectives: sumptuous, splendid, opulent.  Its latest exhibit displays Mrs. Post’s personal collection of Cartier jewels; each piece fit for a queen.  Where do such overwhelming riches fit in a Christian vision?  Where can such overwhelming riches fit?  Here we arrive at the core of our reflection: the virtue of magnificence.

Magnificence is the virtue of doing of great things (cf. Aquinas, ST II-II,134), which St. Thomas describes as participating in the greatness of God.  St. Thomas asks very specifically (art. 3) if this “doing” requires great expense, and the answer is “yes.”  Expense is not always a matter of money, but it is a matter of overwhelming, total gift.  One can be magnificent in love, magnificent in humility, magnificent in humor and joy.  Money may not be necessary to magnificence, but it can help, as we see at Hillwood.  The joining of Mrs. Post’s exceptional wealth and her exceptional generosity, as well as her life-long commitment to beauty make Hillwood a truly magnificent gift to our Washington community.  Experiencing such a total and gratuitous gift, walking through it, letting that gift dazzle the senses, I want to be generous  myself,  to be a doer of great things within my own circumstances.

Experiences of splendor, like Hillwood can inspire us to virtue… then we can say with regard to our own hearts, “here is where magnificence lives.”

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