Can I Play the Piano in Heaven?

…and the jokey answer to that is Good, because I can’t play the piano now.

I love music. But I can’t play an instrument, can’t sing, can’t even really remember words to songs very well. I can be listening to someone play music and strain to remember the words, even if I know the song. The only time I sing is if I’m in the car by myself. Or in the house alone.




Yet even so, music can transport me to a glorious place:
a place where I can sing;
a place where kindness and mercy are attending;
a place where the wind sings alto;
a place where the rain and the sun
fall together;
a place both near and far
where the world has turned on its axis
and is the world we long for,
not the world we live in.
Yes, heaven.




Where is heaven?
It is the step through the air,
there but here,
the hand on the mirror but
through the looking glass.
Where the world is the same but better.
More glisten.
More light.
More calm.
More mercy.
The dimension beyond
where sometimes we can catch
a glimpse,
a shadow.

I was there this morning when the pianist played a piece so intricate, so graceful, that spontaneous applause burst out (in church!) when he was finished.

I was there the other evening when I put in my earbuds and listened to an updated video of the Beatles singing Let It Be.

I was there driving down the road earlier this week when the deep rhythmic bass of Celtic Worship’s bagpipes announced my favorite hymn, Jesus Paid It All. And yes, I sang along.

Musicians, artists, writers, storytellers — they remind us of the good; that we can be the force for good; that we are the force for good. Against ugliness, against unkindness, against authoritarian regimes who try to get us to believe untruths. They speak, sing, paint, write what is Real.

And here is Springsteen — showing and singing the crowd his version of heaven. I call it his This Is Happening Now speech. Watch him remind us that We the People are the force for good.

And after you watch that, watch this video of Bruce singing This Land Is Your Land.

We the people are a force for Good. For Democracy. Against authoritarianism. Against military parades that cost 45 million dollars when the government is ostensibly firing federal workers and agency budgets to cut waste. If you want to protest on June 14, the day of the parade, check out this Indivisible page. It will show you where protests are happening around the country. Coming to a place near where you live. Start making your music (and your signs) now. Whether you can sing or not.

An Open Letter to Jeff Bezos

January 20, 2025

Last month I canceled my long time Prime account. Not only Prime, but also my Amazon Prime Visa Card, which I’ve had for twenty years. I know its probably small potatoes to you, but over those twenty years I’ve spent thousands of dollars at Amazon and Whole Foods and Kindle…

You see I live in rural America where I can’t just go to the local ethnic shop and buy my red miso or organic whole wheat flour. The nearest Trader Joes is 29 miles away; the nearest Barnes and Noble is 23 miles away in a different direction. And Amazon made it so easy for someone who hates to shop. But I’m done. If I’d had a Washington Post subscription, I would be canceling it too.

This is going to be a sacrifice for me, but I can do this. Because millionaires like you, who bow the knee to old rich white men with power are disgusting. Worse, you’re doing it under the guise of free speech. I remember the exact day when it crossed my mind to cancel Amazon. It was when you used free speech as the reason to not endorse a presidential candidate, and then you wrote an editorial trying to justify Insanity vs. Sanity.

Worse, you’re donating millions of dollars to the inauguration of a madman.

Worse, you have the power of the media at your fingertips and you are controlling what political cartoons you will publish. It’s called Bowing the Knee. Or Obeying in Advance. Or Kissing the Ring (and that’s just a polite way of putting it).

So I’m opting out of Amazon. Almost everything I can buy on Amazon, I can find somewhere else.

My books are now purchased at Bookshop.org which supports independent book stores.
My Castile soap is now purchased directly from Prairie Essentials.
My parchment paper and kitchen supplies now come from IfYouCare.com
Our bamboo toilet paper comes from WhoGivesaCrap.com

My vitamins come from Naturewise.com; our refrigerator filters came from a small family business that enclosed a hand written note thanking me for supporting them; our cat food and supplies come from Chewy.com; and my brand new KitchenAid mixer came directly from Williams-Sonoma.com. (Why didn’t I get this ten years ago?)

Gratitude 8

It’s a bit of a hassle. But I’m looking at it as a game to see what smaller or better companies I can support.

Yes I miss Prime movies, but I can make do with Netflix. And with the money I’ve saved from axing Prime, I can donate to PBS and get Masterpiece. And have enough to spend on Britbox.com, if I want.

My new credit card is another account that still accumulates points, just not from Amazon. I am Amazon-free. I am X-free. I am Facebook-free. Next I will be trying to figure out an alternative to Home Depot. I’m hoping our local Ace Hardware will do the trick.

And I’m reminded that I also subscribe to the theory that all I need is less.

all you need is less

And now, I am going to go watch the speech of a Real. American. Hero. Whose day of honor has been overtaken, overshadowed, and stolen by a bunch of anti-democratic, anti-American, oligarchic cowardly millionaires. And the poor people that they have fooled.

Martin Luther King Jr’s I Have a Dream Speech can be viewed on You Tube right here.

I suggest you do the same.