And I have known the eyes already, known them all - The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? And how should I presume?
— T.S. Elliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
This weekend I was up in Seattle for the fabulous NW Folklike festival, which really deserves a post all its own, but probably won't get one this time around. On Sunday I decided to visit St. Spiridon's Orthodox Church (OCA) which I had not been to in decades (literally). And I got to hear bells! Beautiful, ringing, real live bells! The bell ringer did a beautiful job ringing a pattern similar to what one of the Monks at New Skete refers to as the "Sitka Shuffle" (Many Russian churches in the Lower 48 are populated with descendants of Orthodox in Alaska, Russia's early entry point to North America). Unlike at New Skete where I am either in the church building which muffles the sound, or frantically trying to keep time as I help the bell ringer while wearing funny ear mufflers, I was actually able to hear and enjoy these bells. They are not big, but they have a beautiful sound. There is just nothing like real bells, that strange combination of clang and clear ring which appears to echo on and on even as the bell is struck again. It is so rare to hear real bells anymore, they are expensive to buy and difficult to play. Sigh. What a loss, but what a treat! It was such an unexpected and beautiful way to end the liturgy.