Lessons from Frog and Toad...characters in children's books by Arnold Lobel

Last night I picked up Terry Hershey's The Power of Pause: Becoming More by Doing Less to read a chapter.  I've been randomly reading chapters since I purchased the book at the retreat in MN a couple of weeks back.  This book contains many powerful nuggets.

The chapter that caught my attention last night was: "Without a List".  It was in the category of stillness/sanctuary, a category that I enjoy immensely.  (I honestly enjoy ALL the categories and find myself learning, growing, and being affirmed and encouraged from each one: need/desire, stillness/sanctuary, awareness/astonishment, contentment/embrace, choice/becoming, and freedom/celebration.)

I started reading the chapter.  There was a quote by Kathleen Norris about life going on at its pace and paying attention to the time of day based on the sunrise and sunset rather than the clock.

The very next thing is what caught my attention, made my heart leap, and took my mind on a journey.  There was an excerpt from Frog and Toad by Arnold Lobel. 

Frog and Toad.  Oh, how I haven't thought about these characters in several years.  I didn't read these books growing up, but I used them to teach ESL at Hixson High School as a volunteer tutor under Scharlene Ringer.  I had worked for her at Red Bank High previously and then got to work with her at Hixson High.  I created many lesson plans based on the stories of Frog and Toad.  They are great for learning vocabulary and the English language.  That reminder for me was another connection in my many connections with Hispanic ministry throughout the years.  How could I have forgotten Frog and Toad?!?!

What followed for me was a trip down memory lane reminding me of my ESL teaching experiences and connections (I had already been thinking through all my Hispanic ministry connections earlier in the week). 

What also followed was the reminder of all those lesson plans I had created..... somewhere on a back up drive for a crashed computer.  It would be nice to do something with all those ESL lesson plans based on Frog and Toad.

Lastly, the many life lessons of Frog and Toad came back to me and I began to search for my collection of Frog and Toad books that I used to teach ESL.  I could only find one.  Frog and Toad Are Friends.

The story that Terry Hershey quoted was from Frog and Toad Together about the wind blowing Toad's list out of his hand.  Toad was upset that his list was gone.  Frog wanted to help his friend, so he suggested they run to catch it.  But Toad wouldn't do that because running after his list wasn't on his list. 

That story creates for me 'a cause for a pause'....Hmmm.... trapped by the list. Has that ever happened to me?  Has that ever happened to you? 

Truthfully, I have been more organized in my life once I started doing lists.  I was able to keep up with things better.  Writing things down helped me.  Crossing them off or being able to throw away the list was freeing.  Grocery shopping is more streamlined with a list.

But, there are times when a list can be confining and like Toad, if it isn't on the list, then it may not happen.  I am learning to write in new things on the list, to do away with the list, and even to be okay with not getting all things done on the list.  (HORROR!!) ☺  What that ultimately means for me, is that the list isn't controlling me, but rather it is a tool/resource to enhancing life.  As it works, great.  When it doesn't, revise.

And, there are times, as Terry Hershey points out in this chapter "Without a List", that it is appropriate and needed to throw out the list in order to be in the moment. 

To get all the other nuggets from the chapter, you'll have to read it.

To learn more of life's lessons from Frog and Toad, check them out.  I may reread some of Arnold Lobel's stories and share what they teach me.

May you be blessed by something unexpected and refreshing today on your journey,

Debra

P.S.  If you want to use Frog and Toad for ESL or even English as a first language, I just found a website ("I can read!") with DOWNLOADABLE activities!  I wish this had been available when I was teaching this... I could have saved time and energy from creating my own activities.

Frog and Toad Together video-- Garden

Knitting... a way to calm the soul

I was finally able to attend the knitting group last night that started meeting several months ago.  At first I had conflicts with a meeting on that time, but now we meet on Tuesday evening.  I can't remember all the conflicts, but last night, the only thing holding me back potentially was going to be my weekly homework assignment.  But I was able to get it done in the afternoon.

I made some banana bread and grabbed my knitting bag and waited for my ride.

Yes, I have a knitting bag.  I used to include in my blogger autobiography that I was a "knovice knitter", but I took that out, feeling that I couldn't claim it really.  Yet it is true.  I am a knovice knitter and have been for four years now.

my knitting bag that I got from the store where I purchased the yarn 4 years ago ☺

Four years ago after SOULfeast 2010, I got some beautiful yarn in Asheville, NC and started learning.  Back then, the neuropathy from the C5 and C6 in my neck and the frozen shoulders still made it difficult to go long periods, but I would do what I could.  I learned the basic stitches of knit and purl.  But I also messed up quite a bit and didn't have my teacher around lots.

I did find my way to the Genuine Purl shop once in these past 4 years for some practice and help. 

And I did get some other help along the way.  And I know I have worked on the piece several times, had it torn out several times (and I tore it down once myself too) and have started over).  But, I can't remember the last time I picked up the needles prior to last night.

I was looking forward to attending this knitting group last night because it was/is more than just knitting (literally-- you can bring any craft you desire to work on).  It is a time and space for folks to share their spiritual journey with one another, to check in, to grow, etc.

Being my first time, I didn't know what to expect.

But having learned from Kathryn Damiano at the final session of our 2 Year Academy about active silence, I sat in silence and focused on knitting for the most part. 

I met some new people last night and reconnected with others I hadn't seen since Easter. 

I also reconnected to the basic movements of knit and purl.

Nothing magical happened with my knitting.  In fact, it got ripped out and now I am being held accountable to start my scarf (one of my intended projects 4 years ago). 

 

my "tie" as I kept added stitches to it. ☺

the beginnings of my scarf

Nothing magical happened in my soul, though I was comfortable in my own skin the entire time, at peace, and that says quite a bit. 

Opening up spaces for people to share their spiritual journey with one another, to check in, to simply "be"..... an important part of the journey that doesn't always happen.

Kudos, dear friend, for listening to the inner voice and obeying it to begin such a group!

May we all open up spaces in our days to share the journey with others, to check in, and to simply "be" with one another.   May we also be intentional to have those spaces in community, especially if they don't exist in our current ones.

Blessings on your journey,

Debra

How Much Silence Does It Take?

 Psalm 62:1 For God alone my soul waits in silence;

                                                 from him comes my salvation. (NRSV)

Do you remember the jump rope songs from elementary school?  The ones where you say a little "ditty" and then start counting as you jump the rope.  When the rope hits you, you start over again.

Here is one:  "Cinderella Dressed in Yella/Yellow"

Cinderella Dressed in Yella

Cinderella dressed in yella,
Went downstairs to kiss a fella,
Made a mistake and kissed a snake.
How many doctors did it take
1, 2, 3, . . . .

Cinderella dressed in yellow
Went downstairs to kiss her fellow.
How many kisses did she give?
One, two, three, four, five . . .
~Adele Greil

Lately, that's how I'm feeling about my spiritual practice of silence.  I'm jumping rope and repeating my rhyme.  I get to the part, "how much silence does it take?" and start the counting.  1... 2... 3... WHAM.  I miss a beat and the jump rope tumbles around my ankles.  I have to start again.

If the jump rope analogy doesn't work for you, how about the owl?  You know, the one in the Tootsie Roll lollipop commercial... hear the wise owl ask: "How much silence does it take to get to the center of your soul?"  One, two, three, CRUNCH!  Oops.  Busted, again.

Maybe you can't relate to my odd analogies.  You bask in silence so much that you are always even keel, at peace, calm, etc.  Great!  Share your secret! 

Here is my story.

I am learning that it takes more and more silence for me to exist in a wholehearted and healthy place than it did once before.  Or, maybe it did then, but I am recognizing it more and more.  Yet, it does feel that my need for silence is growing, the more I get.

Part of the situation is that I was super blessed to be in that two week protective "bubble" of retreats with SOULfeast in NC and the FUMSDRL time in MN back to back.  I had quite a bit of silent time in both places and my soul was full, to overflowing. 

Coming back home, I created space for silence by attending the Centering Prayer group one day, by walking the Labyrinth at church, by spending time at my firepit, by taking some walks by myself, and by taking "pause" breaks throughout the day.  Ahhh...  yes, for those moments.  But, they didn't seem to fill my tank to where it was with those two weeks back to back. 

I began to wonder if possibly my need for silence on my journey is growing.  This silence journey has been an ongoing one for quite a few years now.  Oh, going back at least 7 years when the Scripture "Be still and know" first grabbed hold of me and started planted itself deep within my soul.  I have been learning, slowly yet surely, how to live into that. 

In spite of the growth on the journey, the skills and practices learned, and even the time taken for the silence and stillness, I am finding that I tend to want more of it. 

It is almost as if the more silence I experience, the more I desire.  Truly, I often hunger and thirst for it, crave it. 

Though I still enjoy listening to the radio in the car, I find I turn it off more frequently.

It may very well be that my tank stayed so full those two weeks because there wasn't much to drain it, but there was constant filling.  Compare that to the normal (and not so normal) expectations of daily life that do and will drain the tank. 

It may be that the tank simply drained more quickly than it was being filled.  So, even though I was doing the right thing by "being", it simply couldn't handle the drain.

When one hits the wall of the drain being more than the filling, one quietly takes a time out and goes to fill up, right?!?!  That would be beautiful.  And, I hope to accomplish that more often.  There are times when I catch myself and can do that.  There are times I can recognize the symptoms and know that if I don't plunge myself into silence and solitude, then it is going to get ugly. 

However, there are other times that the warning signs don't seem to work, and I combust.  Like this time.  Last night.  I allowed the ugly dark side to flow through strongly and take over.  Even though it was slightly provoked, I still had a choice in my reaction.  Thankfully, there was still room for forgiveness and grace for both of us.

Regardless, the incident made me reflect about my practice of silence and solitude... and how much does it take to keep my soul whole and healthy.  It was a good warning sign for me to check my tank more often for leaks and to be aware of what does drain my tank.

How about your times of silence?  Are they sufficient to allow you to listen to the One Voice, to clear away the noise and clutter, and to simply "be"?

Now, for my afternoon "pause"........

Blessings on your journey,

Debra

P.S.  I decided to do a search on "how much silence is necessary for your soul?", but couldn't find a hard and fast rule of thumb.  I imagine it is one of those things that is unique to each one of us and will also be determined by life's situations surrounding us (meaning whether or not there is a leak in our tank).  I did find some interesting articles and a helpful website.  I am posting only four of them here.  There is much more available out there in cyberspace and in books.  It's a topic I've covered before too, so you could search within my own postings on "silence" ☺.   It is a topic I will write about again too because living into the practice of silence is an ongoing learning and growth journey.

Why We Need Silence to Survive by George Michelsen Foy
The Power of Being Still (and Silent) before God by Peter Scazzero
About Silence, An Invitation to Silence, Practicing Silence, A Story of Silence
Finding God in the Depths of Silence by Richard Rohr

Pausing to enjoy creation after the storm... rainwater, bugs, flora, and fungi

We had an incredible storm this afternoon in the Hixson, TN (Chattanooga) area.  Listening to the thunder and rain was therapeutic and beautiful.  Only later did I learn that the lightning hit a friend's home (not too much damage) and the grocery store where my husband works (I haven't heard the extent of the damage there, so there is likely/hopefully not extensive damage).

We haven't had this much rain in a while (at least since I've been in town).  And being out of town for two weeks of the month of July, it was the most rain I've seen at home in quite a while.

I decided to venture out into the yard after the rain ceased and the storm passed.  I wanted to see what I might find in the yard.

Part of my curiosity stems from Terry Hershey's The Power of Pause: Becoming More by Doing Less.  I read a chapter last week in the book entitled "The Wonder of a Child" and what struck me in that chapter was that a child sees beauty in so many things, that a child experiences awe and amazement at the simplest of things.  That strikes me because that is me.  The simplest thing can bring joy to me.

The chapter begins with this quote from Mike Yaconelli's Dangerous Wonder: "Children live in a world of dreams and imagination, a world of aliveness.... There is a voice of wonder and amazement inside all of us; but we grow to realize we can no longer hear it, and we live in silence.  It isn't that God stopped speaking; it is that our lives became louder." (page 23 of Hershey's book)

As I ventured out into the yard this afternoon, I wasn't sure what beauty I might see.  But I wandered around to see what things looked like after all the rain and with an open eye and mind to 'see what I could see'.

Here are some of the pictures from my wandering in wonder:

[Photos taken with Canon Power Shot A590IS]

The only downfall to my adventure outdoors were the mosquitoes.  They were out in abundance and I didn't spray prior to my expedition. 

Reading through the chapter in Hershey's book, there are words, phrases, and sentences that grab my attention.  I will share some of those with you.  I highly recommend the book.  You can find it here, on Terry Hershey's website.

Okay, that was a commercial break.... now back to the words, phrases, and sentences:

• "The child is arrested by, absorbed in, beauty.  Why? Because he has no restrictor plate in his soul." (p.23) 
• "awe precedes faith" (p.24)
• rested, savored (p.26)
• rest, stop, receive (p.26)
• "free to live this life" (p.26)
• beauty and resurrection (p.26)
• present, grateful (p.27)
• "gratitude is always a type of prayer" (p.27)
• sit, savor (p.27) 

Since you may not have the book in front of you, I invite you to sit and savor the quote by Mike Yaconelli above, the pictures from my wandering adventure after the storm, and the words, phrases, and sentences from Terry Hershey that caught my attention and touched me.

Does anything cause you to pause and wonder? 

I invite you to take your own exploration of wonder wandering to see what beauty captures your attention. 

Blessings on your journey,

Debra

Buffalo Lake Musical Instrument Trail... a wonderful find!

Last Tuesday morning I set out on my morning walk knowing I would venture into the wonderful town of Buffalo, MN from Christ the King Retreat Center.  I planned to visit a buffalo or two and to enjoy the walk along the lake.

One of our board members that couldn't make it this year, Greg, took his morning walk daily into Buffalo, so I knew it was doable.

What I didn't know was that there was a park (Sturges Park) with a playground nearby.

Nor did I know anything about the musical instrument trail, which I have learned was just dedicated on July 9 of this year.

After taking pictures of the main town buffalo,

I crossed over to the lake and found my first instrument.  I say "found", but I had no idea these instruments were along the lake.  What a beautiful discovered treasure!

I was amazed and mesmerized.  Here was this instrument overlooking the lake.  The wind was blowing on this particular morning and I picked up the mallets and started playing the instrument.  "Playing" might be overly generous because I had no clue what I was doing.  But the instrument was gracious, making beautiful sounds.  What incredible music to my soul!  After enjoying the sounds of this something -imba instrument for a while, I headed left on the path.

[Here I am on this instrument on a different day.]

(There is quite a bit of car noise on the main highway behind me in this video.)

I found other instruments to enjoy.  I stopped and played several.  Each one had a plaque with its name.  The Buffalo Rotary Club was a big contributor to the musical instrument trail.

Some of the other instruments along the trail:

 

 

 

There was something powerful in looking over the water, feeling the breezes, and enjoying the sounds from these instruments.  It touched a place inside me spiritually.  It also made me think that it would be super cool to have something similar along the Riverwalk (or at least a portion of it) here in the Chattanooga area.  I don't know who the go-to people are here in Chattanooga to make that happen, but I will include some informational links here about the company that built this wonderful trail.

I went back to this trail a couple of other times to play the instruments during my time in Buffalo, MN.  I found other instruments with the help of others who had found them and enjoyed hearing the different sounds each one made. 

Just playing scales and chords was fun. I didn't try to play any (real) songs.  But, there were a few times when I felt some sort of song simply being played from within.  While the sounds of the instruments made their way through the air, I gazed out over the water and watched the boats anchored there bob and float.  I noticed the fountain spray.  It was a joyous and fulfilling time!

I asked someone to take a picture of me one day.

And I took a video by setting up my camera on the sidewalk. (see above)

Enjoy the pictures of the musical instrument trail and check out the company, Freenotes Harmony Park.  It was founded by Richard Cooke.

For videos, check out the Freenotes Harmony Park YouTube Channel.

May there always be some sort of music along your journey,

Debra

A blog post about the Buffalo Musical Instrument Trail from the Freenotes Harmony Park Blog. (June 9, 2014)

Be Kids, Everybody!

In my post about Slava Korsak's concert, I mentioned his ending of the concert and spoke briefly about that admonition.

I wanted to flesh that out a little more.

You see, I am a kid at heart and soul.  Now, if you know me, that isn't news to you.  Maybe you've picked up on that even if you haven't met me in person and you've been reading my blog.  I've known it too.  Yet, I've had a difficult time accepting myself for who I am in that realm because playing and enjoying life isn't always looked upon favorably by society.

Even so, I've still done it.  When I've felt led, I've done things with abandon in my heart..... like go up on stage as a "child" (child of God) to hear the Bishop (Swanson, at the time) read a story (The Spyglass) at Annual Conference.  My spirit said "go", but I was hesitant.  I went, though a little nervous.  I didn't look back.  I later learned that some teens came up and joined myself and the younger crowd.

I have spent time on swings and slides at parks.  I enjoy the simple things of life. 

*[These next three pictures are from the 5 Day Academy in TN, Camp Garner Creek, 2010, when I played on the tall metal slide, the red slide, and the swings.]

This past week at the retreat, in the inner workings of my "soil" / soul, I have finally come to peace with the fact that as a child of God, it is okay to play, to enjoy God's creation, to enjoy life, etc.  And it's okay to do so in front of others.  You see, in the past, I might only let my playful side come out when I was by myself or totally in my comfort zone.  But, what is new for me is that I'm learning to be the "me" I was created to be at all times.  Period.  It is okay to be this me and I am not ashamed of how God created me.  I said "learning.  I'm not there 100 % yet.  And, I know there are times for play and times that aren't for play. 

What it feels like is that I have emerged, that the caterpillar has come out of its chrysalis and that I'm not flying in freedom.

I saw this butterfly on the road the day of silence.  Though it is dead, it still symbolizes emergence and flight into freedom for me.  The journey of a butterfly's transformation and metamorphosis lasts longer than its time as a butterfly.  Yet the flight into freedom is worth all the time in the darkness, the learning, the growing, the awareness, the transformation.  The analogy to a caterpillar, chrysalis, and butterfly don't fully work for our spiritual life, but you get the idea.  Our transformed flight lasts longer than the life of the butterfly, prayerfully.

I noticed that the inner change was becoming complete and whole this past week at the FUMSDRL / HOF retreat (Christ the King Retreat Center) when I walked out from noon prayer and was heading to lunch.  Right before my very eyes was the luscious, verdant lawn with arching water sprinklers soaring above the ground in perfect arches.  I hesitated for a slight moment.  I dropped my books, emptied my pockets, and took off my nametag and camera from around my neck so that everything would stay dry.  Then I took off running into the grass.  Through the first sprinkler I went, getting wet.  Then I jumped over the next one, and the next one, and so on.  I must have run and jumped over at least 5 or 6 sprinklers over the lawn.  It felt GREAT!  I felt free and I enjoyed my burst of play.  The best part of it was that it fit my skin, so to speak, and that because I had responded to the call within my spirit, I was whole.

Play is an important part of life and we are all truly children of God.  I realize that we each live into that play in different ways.  Give me simple or give me adventure, anywhere from blowing bubbles to zip lining or hang gliding. 

So, today, when Slava Korsak ended the concert with the benediction: "We are all children of God; be kids, everybody!", I let out an "Amen!"  That resonated within my heart, mind, and soul. 

Before Slava, there was someone else that spoke of us being children of the Kingdom.  Oh, yeah... Jesus. ☺.  And, I take that seriously.

Play is a spiritual discipline that keeps me alive and in touch with who I am and whose I am.  It doesn't replace any of the other spiritual disciplines (practices), but it is an important one that I need to remember to incorporate. 

And, because it is more than just a spiritual discipline for me... it is how I am wired... I can live into being the "me" I was uniquely created to be... without apology or shame.

So, when the praise band ramps us "How Wonderful" at the very end of the 2nd service today and then goes into "I'll Fly Away".... can you guess what I did?!?!  I "flew".  Yep.  I "flew" for a few moments around the sanctuary.  I always want to fly when I hear that song.   But I don't.  I did today because most folks were gone out of the sanctuary.  And, because I am attempting to live more authentically and with higher integrity when the spirit leads me into play. 

It requires listening.  Listening caused me to take bubbles with to the retreat last week.  I wasn't fully sure why.  But when I kept hearing the words "bubbling up" the first two days, I knew I was to offer them to my listening group.  I did.  I was a little anxious what they might think of the bubbles, but because I knew it wasn't really me offering the bubbles, I listened and obeyed.  Would you be surprised if I told you that God affirmed to me that God was truly in the bubbles?!?!  Even I enjoyed my personal time with the bubbles!

Another way I played this week was on the musical instrument trail at Buffalo Lake.  Oh, what joy in playing those instruments along the lake.  I'll share more about that wonderful and creative trail with you at another time.  But, I will say that my most fun moment was when I played the colorful set of bongo type drums up by the playground next to a toddler on the chimes.  She and I made music together, taking turns with our sounds.  That was joyful!

How do you live into play?  What does it take for you to make time for play?  There is definitely freedom in play.

So, play!  Remember that we are all children of God.  Be kids, everybody!

Blessings on your journey,

Debra

Slava Korsak... amazing soul and spirit in song!

This afternoon I was blessed tremendously by Slava Korsak from Ukraine at Burks UMC.  He sang a variety of songs for a little over an hour, sharing his giftedness and from his heart.  Slava also sang this morning in both services, so I was blessed earlier in the day by him as well.

Though I had seen his name in print that he was coming, the name meant nothing to me.  Only after I posted a picture during church on Facebook did I learn that he sang at the Holston Annual Conference this past June.  Though I watched some of that through the live streaming, I had missed that.  I learned why... he sang during the power outage and storm there.  Based on the song he sang tonight that he sang that night ("Take My Hand, Precious Lord"), Stuart Auditorium had to have been filled with the Holy Spirit!

I watched Slava prepare as the video was playing prior to his heading down the stairs to begin sharing in song.  I could sense the power of the Holy Spirit even then.  I could tell that this man knows God personally in relationship and lives it freely and abundantly! 

After having experienced Slava share his giftedness with us, I know that to be true through experience, not just feeling.  After Slava ended his final song, he ended our time with these words (or something very similar): "We are all children of God; be kids everybody!"  Oh, what beautiful words to my ears, my heart, my soul!  What a perfect benediction!  At least, in my humble opinion.  For me, that is the cherry on top of the whipped cream on the top of the extra hot fudge on a perfect hot fudge cake (or sundae)!  I think I will save this for another post.  For now, let me get back to Slava.

Wil introducing Slava at 9am service.

Slava singing at 9am service.

Slava sang Gospel, Christian Contemporary, Taizé, blues, and jazz.  His range in notes was as extraordinary as his range in genre.  Slava showed soul and spirit throughout the entire time. 

Slava sang "Amazed", "I Love the Lord", "The Lord's Prayer", a song in the Ukrainian language "My Love" that was beautiful, two songs with Roy Treiyer from Argentina on piano-- "Take My Hand, Precious Lord" (the one sang at Holston Annual Conference) and "Breathe On Me Breath of God" (earlier in the concert), "Above All", "This is the Air I Breathe", "Go Down Moses", "Georgia On My Mind", "God Knows Your Name" and "You Raise Me Up" (as the last song).   I may have missed a song or two in there and/or gotten the titles incorrect.

"Georgia On My Mind"

Roy Treiyer and Slava Korsak finishing out "Take My Hand, Precious Lord"

 

Slava and Roy-- check out the joy on their faces.  Singing and playing "Take My Hand, Precious Lord".

 

Slava speaks 6 different languages, most of them in the Slavic family.  That is super cool! 

Slava's church in Ukraine is sponsored by the Holston Annual Conference, specifically a church in Johnson City.

The church for which he is raising funds and awareness in Prague (Czech Republic) is ESUMC.

Slava was on the news here locally in Chattanooga yesterday (Saturday), WTVC NewsChannel 9.

Slava Korsak on YouTube, singing "Hallelujah":

If you get a chance to hear Slava in person, I recommend that you take advantage of the opportunity.  Though I didn't get a chance to chat with him, I was tremendously blessed by his sharing of his giftedness and I did connect with him visually in the balcony prior to him heading down to share.  The Spirit flowed mightily throughout that church building this morning and this afternoon through worship in song led by Slava and through the choir, worship team, and the preaching.  It was a team effort, led by the Trinity.

Thank you Slava for sharing with us today!

Blessings to you Slava on your journey and to all whom you minister through word and song.

To all, may you live out your giftedness for the good of the Kingdom and the glory of the Creator!  And may we remember the words Slava exhorted us at the end of today's concert: "be kids, everybody".

Blessings on your journey,

Debra

P.S.  If you live in the Johnson City area, he will be at Munsey Memorial UMC on August 17th.  Go to the Munsey website for contact information to call for times, etc.
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More news on Slava and his visit here in Chattanooga: The Pulse

Slava Korsak's website in his country

I was trying to upload a video I took with my phone: "Breathe on Me, Breath of God" (not great video quality), but have been having some technical difficulties.  If I get it worked out, I'll add it later.