Radical Transcendence

I just spent two hours making dinner. I love cooking on a Sunday. I would not call myself a particularily inspired cook. I made my grandmother's pork dressing, and braised pork ribs to go with it. It is all melding right now, in a large pot. Though many people consider me a radical, I would never call myself that. Though, at times, I have wished to be radical in some way. Probably for the fear that it generates. In one's self, and in others.
The epitome of radical, for me, is Frank Lloyd Wright. I am no student of architecture yet I feel this and know this in my bones. Wright's use of planes, movable panels, and light brought a new idea to building. And that idea was flight. He generated the elevation of spirit. He took where a person gravitates, and connects, and brought it indoors. If you could say there was an indoors and an outdoors to Wright. He smeared that line. Wright took large and played with it so it was large enough to speak to one's soul, and small enough to nuture it. He took Eastern cultures and put them in American cowboy. A delicate partition overhung by massive timbers. He made glass an art. He redefined house to mean landscape. He made view responsible for human dreaming, and forced it to cause human curiosity...then feed it. Wright would throw it away if it didn't work, or rebuild it ten times until it did. He was possessed by what guided him, and dashed those who tried to stop him, to the side. Frank Lloyd Wright was a priest in essence. His work functioning as a sacrament to those seeking something beyond their experience.

For the last three days, I have been reflecting on large. Large is only my code word for what connects me to God. It is code for 'up and out of the little crap,' and 'let me not take mundane, boring, repetitive, disappointing, and tiring for life.' Strive, express, enter, reach out and experience God. God is with us, everywhere. Verdi, Micheanglo, and Wright have conviced me of this. As well as a cast of thousands of other players.