





Peace
Did y’all look up at the sky on the Solstice? The experience of a once-in-every-400-years occurrence happening on the Longest Night of the Year 2020 should have Meaning, shouldn’t it? Two Stars appearing as One sharing a point in Time and Space should send a ripple of power down to our struggling little planet, shoudn’t it? Well, maybe changes are more incremental than spectacular, but these two stars, which are really planets, are Always dancing together in our Night-Time Sky.
Ancients saw the sky as the home of the gods; even Christianity has God living in a heaven above. All of the myths grew out of the stories that were derived by watching the skies turn; certainly farming and husbandry relied on the skies to guide them through the seasons of planting and harvest, mating and birthing. With no competing light, the canopy of stars must have been so bright and their movement so clear; I wonder when I try to imagine it. Every constellation spoke to the star-gazer; every phase of the moon held meaning.
Jupiter is the fifth planet from the Sun and the largest in the Solar System. It is a gas giant with a mass one-thousandth that of the Sun, but two-and-a-half times that of all the other planets in the Solar System combined. Jupiter is one of the brightest objects visible to the naked eye in the night sky and has been known to ancient civilizations since before recorded history. When viewed from Earth, Jupiter can be bright enough for its reflected light to cast visible shadows, and is on average the third-brightest natural object in the night sky after the Moon and Venus.
Saturn is the sixth planet from the Sun and the second-largest in the Solar System, after Jupiter. It is a gas giant with an average radius of about nine times that of Earth. It only has one-eighth the average density of Earth; however, with its larger volume, Saturn is over 95 times more massive.
Emily Segal, writing in The Guardian, predicts that we are entering a new astrological epoch as the every-20-year conjunctions of these two planets moves from an Earth sign, which focuses on materialism, hierarchies, resource acquisition, and territory control, to an Air sign, which favors the renovation of hierarchies, decentralization, shifting orders, rapid translation, and rampant spiritually…
When I began to read about the “Christmas Star” I earlier this month, I checked out the night-skies to find the planets; they were clearly visible from my yard, looking SW, though they sank below the trees about 40 minutes after dark.
Thinking we’d get more darkness outside of the city, we took Goldie up to New Harmony the afternoon before the Big Event to scout out some locations. We found a spot under the old bridge, shooting SW down the Wabash River. We got some okay sunset pictures, but…
we didn’t stay until it was Really Dark because we’d forgotten the tripod… It was clearly two stars, though very close together.
On the Solstice, we turned out our lights and stood out in the yard, looking up at a very bright star that was really two giant planets, appearing in the same spot in time and space.. We didn’t try to take any pictures, we only gazed up into the Sky…
I think we need to do that more often…
Peace
Today is my Daughter’s Birthday.
Though she still holds it against me for giving birth so close to Christmas, we’ve had some great B-day celebrations Together… there were pizza parties, slumber parties, dozens of cakes and candles, so many I can’t believe how Old she is!!! I have to keep advancing at a brisk pace just to keep ahead of her!
In 2014, Eric and I put together a surprise party for her!
In 2011, she and I had killer great seats at the Ethel Barrymore Theatre for “An Evening with Patti Lupone and Mandy Patinkin”…can’t find my pictures of Us, but the Show was Great…
It’s been years since I even Attempted a Tribute to Her…and I’m not going to do it now. She knows who she is, and she’s All of That and More…
I actually Like that Melissa and her family live in NYC, but when she first moved there right out of college in 1997, I worried and stewed. I also helped her survive there, but was secretly hoping she’d come back home eventually. Now her home is my home, just as mine is hers… I’m there with her, She’s here with me…As our Beloved Teacher explained it…
“Thomas Wolfe warned in the title of America’s great novel that ‘You Can’t Go Home Again.’ I enjoyed the book but I never agreed with the title. I believe that one can never Leave home. I believe that one carries the shadows, the dreams, the fears and dragons of home under one’s skin, at the extreme corners of one’s eyes and possibly in the gristle of the earlobe.
― Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter
Happy Birthday, Melissa!
Peace
Casey retired on December 16, 2016 and I was in NYC at the time, enjoying my last solo visit…



Grandie #4, Samantha, was born in February, 2015, but 2016 was the first Christmas she was fully interactive… As we began our New Way of Living, she was almost 2, already talking up a storm…
Step into the WayBack Machine, set the dial to 2016…
CHRISTMAS WITH THE SONNYSTONERS
Date: December 28, 2016 Author: Jo Mayne Casey
Our plans to drive to NYC on Christmas Day were unavoidably changed, but that’s okay. We’re free, now, to come and go as we please. Here at Sonnystone, we’re still walking around going, wow you really don’t have to go to work, as we do the same old things we’d always do…put away the decorations, bring in the firewood (though it’s been unseasonably warm), and eat up the leftovers.
The Leftovers are from our Christmas Eve get-together with the Jrs. Olivia and Samantha spent the night with us on the 23rd, and we met up with their parents for breakfast the next morning at IHOP. (good enough, but I wish Eville had more diners) Returning to the Acres, we quickly got down to serious christmas business:
Opening presents…
Playing with new toys…
Not just New toys, but old games, too…
New toys are great, but Samantha currently loves the harmonica the best. Since she figured out how to make music with it a couple of months ago, she comes in pointing and asking for it every visit. She insists that I play one with her, and we’re quite a duo, but with or without me, she doesn’t let go of her blues harp.
We’ve got it all put away now and we’re busy working on the laundry room remodel…wait, did I say We? I’m still putting everything back where it was (where was it?) before the holidaze, planning some trips, and vowing to not make any resolutions this year…like I never do.
© 2020 THE NEWS FROM SONNYSTONE ACRES
Peace on Earth, Goodwill to All
By 2012, Eliza had joined the Grandies and #1 and #2 were officially the “big” girls. The Whole Entire Family visited NYC on Thanksgiving for the Macy’s Parade. We enjoyed three days in the City, having a blast, as well as exchanging gifts.




This was our “Christmas” that year; the Jrs spent the Big Day with Jessica’s family and Melissa was buried in church work. That’s okay, though, because the Rockettes will keep you Christmas-y for at least a month after your visit.
Step into the WayBack Machine, set the dials for 2012…
CHRISTMAS WITH THE SONNYSTONERS
Date: November 24, 2012 Author: Jo Mayne Casey
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Don’t feel sorry for us, though. We went down to New Orleans for Christmas Day that year…



Peace on Earth, Good Will to All…
Ten years ago, I had only two grand-daughters. My #2 grandie, Olivia, and her Mom & Dad were still living up in Lafayette, Indiana that year. I was still doing the Church Musician gig, playing the beautiful pipe organ up at Trinity LCMS up in Darmstadt.
Again, let’s step into the Way-Back Machine…
Here’s another Chapter of Spirits of Christmases Past 2010…
CHRISTMAS WITH THE SONNYSTONERS
Date: December 26, 2010 Author: Jo Mayne Casey
olivia and her parents were here when i got home from church on christmas day. i had some chopping to do for the cheese soup, so we ate some sandwiches and visited before we got to the good part….opening presents!!!


so at the end of the day, the princess played with the “treasure chest”…..i think she got the idea from wink…..
Peace on Earth, Goodwill to All
Our Family Christmas Traditions are not traditional. We’ve become accustomed to adjusting our get-togethers, but we’ve always had some choice about when or how. This year, this Weird Year, we’ve no alternative to staying home, away from our precious NYC where we have spent the last 15 years enjoying the Rockettes, Bill’s Burgers, theatre, and Most of All, Grandies.
It could be worse, though, and Hope is rising slowly across the horizon so that I can confidently say that Next Christmas we’ll be back at Radio City Music Hall, Next Christmas we’ll be back at 333 #829 with Christmas tree lights reflecting in our eyes.
Let’s step inside the Way-Back Machine, set the dials for 2010, and view Precious Christmas Memories…
Date: December 24, 2010 Author: Jo Mayne Casey
we arrived at 333 around noon sunday. after some burgers at merrion square, we opened a few presents.
on monday we saw the 5pm performance of the Rockettes Christmas Spectacular. this is emma’s 3rd time to see the Show—not bad for a 4-yr-old.
tuesday was her school christmas program (no, grandma, it’s a show) and it was no surprise that she was such a terrific performer. what was a surprise is that she introduced the show, coming out with confidence to the microphone and saying clearly, smiling, “welcome to our christmas show”. she’s somethin’, that gal.
we opened more presents when we came home. she had bought grandpa some nice things at her school’s christmas shop and was so excited to give them to him. she tried so hard to keep it a secret…..
she loved all of her presents, of course…….
the next morning, she was off to school for a polar express pajama party, wearing her new pajamas, crocks and socks. we left just as she and melissa were heading out for school….posing with her baby sister’s new swing…

it was such a short time, but just enough to tide me over until february……
© 2020 THE NEWS FROM SONNYSTONE ACRES
Peace on Earth, Good Will to All
After a week of carefully arranging our Christmas decorations on mantels and hutch cupboards, covering nearly every flat surface with Mr&Mrs, nutcrackers, snow globes, and other accoutrements of the Jolly Holiday, we were ready for the grandies to hang the ornaments on the Tree.
The Jr girls are our usual tree-decorating Elves, but since I don’t get to see (in person) the New Yorkers this year, I’m trying to pull us all together via instagram. I didn’t do so well at getting the screenshot of the New Tradition, but I’ll get better. I had bought four new Mickey ornaments from WDW and Emma and Eliza directed Olivia and Samantha as to placement of the ones they chose. Eliza also entertained us, playing Christmas music on her keyboard while the Jrs. finished.
The icicle lights Outside are dazzling the passersby and our Peace Wreath has been updated with new red and white lights. The neighbors are struggling with light-outages, but so far ours have performed with distinction. As soon as I can I’ll attempt to catch the night pictures.
12 more days…
Peace
As soon as we’d unpacked from our Disney Celebration, we began to decorate the house and grounds for Christmas. We are quarantining for 10 days, keeping busy preparing the tree for Olivia and Samantha to decorate this week-end.
Bringing down the Christmas decorations is like Archaeology, the deeper levels going back to My childhood in the 50s and 60s, followed by my children’s childhood in the 70s and 80s, culminating in the 21st century additions from the grandies. We have tons of string lights–white, icicles, multi-colored — and no matter how many times we check them, some will whimsically go dark after they’ve been arranged on the tree; so I’m off to buy some new strands this morning.
Our new neighbors, the tree-killers, have lit up their house with bright white, triggering our inner Competitor. Our icicle lights produce about 50,000 Lux, illuminating the front garden in cold white, and we haven’t used them in several years. They will overwhelm the paltry lights of the rest of the neighbors…hahaha >evil laugh<…and Casey is using the fair weather to hang them All Around the Homeplace.
Inside, I’m still working on the Disney Pictures. Here’s what I’ve got for you…








We’re still feeling the Magic from the Trip…
Hope you’re feeling Christmas-y…
Peace
I was prepared to share my Disney stories with you today, but yesterday we suffered yet another loss, and I’m just not ready to let go of my grief…
My daughter grew up singing. She was eight when she sang her first solo on Father’s Day 1982, “May the Good Lord Bless and Keep You”, at Old North UMC, where she was encouraged by the entire congregation, becoming a member of their adult choir at 14. In the meantime, I was working as a church musician at Concordia LCMS. We occasionally worked together, but for all of those years I rarely got to hear her sing in church. Our friends at Old North were her mentors and still her fans and I’ve always appreciated their influence on her. She went on to study Vocal Music Performance, specifically classical, at IU; you can bet I was there to hear her sing, and was happy to support her move to NYC in 1997.
Anyone who dreams of living and thriving in NYC knows you have to have a day-job, but Melissa was successful at supplementing that with church gigs, working at Catholic churches, Jewish synogogues, and for the last 7-8? years she’s been part of the Music at a church that defied denomination: Middle Collegiate Church. Casey and I have attended Christmas services at Middle, and over the years I was present for Easter, Mother’s Day — whenever I happened to be in town on a Sunday. I’ve spent many a Sunday morning tuning in to their live-stream (long before lockdown), listening to some Super Sermons, crying as I listen to the Inspired music, soaking up the Spirit from the congregation even though we’re miles apart.
Now this…

BY LI COHEN
DECEMBER 5, 2020 / 3:00 PM / CBS NEWS
A six-alarm fire broke out early Saturday morning in New York City, destroying several buildings, including a women’s shelter and one of New York City’s oldest, most historic and most progressive churches.
Middle Collegiate Church, located in the East Village, is home to New York’s Liberty Bell, which was rung in 1776 to celebrate the signing of the Declaration of Independence, and rings to commemorate the inauguration and death of every U.S. president.
Over the past year, the church has donated to Black Lives Matter programming and funded grants to help people with rent or mortgage payments, according to its website. The church also claims to be “one of the leading multicultural, multiracial congregations” in the U.S. and that it stands “firmly” for LGBTQ+ equality, is anti-racist and believes “firmly in the power of women to heal our world.”
The New York City Fire Department said when they arrived at the scene, they knew it “was going to be a big operation.” Four firefighters received minor injuries while containing the spread, according to FDNY assistant chief John Hodgens. No deaths have been reported.
The FDNY told CBS News on Saturday evening that the cause of the fire is still under investigation, but that there is “extensive damage.” There was a three-alarm electrical fire at the same location in February caused by building wiring, but the FDNY said Saturday’s fire is “unrelated.”
Reverend Jacqui Lewis said that the church is “devastated and crushed that our beloved physical sanctuary” was burned, but that “no fire can stop revolutionary love.”
“We know that God does not cause these kinds of tragedies but is present with us and to us as we grieve, present in the hugs and prayers of loved ones,” Lewis said.
The church has been conducting services digitally since March, and Lewis said it will continue to do so.
“We pray for the first responders. We pray for our neighbors who are also affected by this fire. And we covet your prayers as we grieve,” she said.”
Photos of the aftermath show the Tiffany stained glass that has long decorated the building completely shattered. The inside of the building appears to be gutted, and the roof has disappeared.
Benjamin Perry, a minister at the church, said he is “too devastated” and “heartbroken” to convey how he feels about the building the church was housed in, but said the congregation’s “love is too fierce, too bold, too brilliant to be consumed by any flame.”
“It feels like someone I love has died,” he said.
Workers at Middle Collegiate tweeted that “church is not a building, but buildings matter. This is home.”
“To our incredible congregation: Cry. Mourn. Howl. And know: God is weeping with us. But like a phoenix, we will rise from these ashes,” Middle Collegiate tweeted. “Resurrection will always have the final word.”
Many followers of the church quickly tweeted the toll of the loss, many pointing to the church’s role in providing addiction recovery services.
“It was a refuge to countless people trying to find peace in their lives,” one person tweeted. “To say that it was a pillar in the community is an understatement.”
The fire also devastated a women’s shelter next door that has stood side-by-side with Middle Collegiate Church since it was built in the 1800s.
The Women’s Prison Association’s Hopper Home, which was built in 1874 after a fire destroyed its first location, had to evacuate its 15 residents when the fire broke out. The home is a single-women shelter for those who have a history of, or at risk of, involvement with the criminal legal system. The association provides the women with shelter, workforce development, employment services and housing services.
Olga Rodriguez, who works at the shelter, told CBS New York that the fire took over the shelter “in minutes.”
“It was very scary, and the ladies were running in their slippers, in their bathrobes, in their pajamas. They were sleeping,” she said, adding that she’s not sure what will happen if the building is deemed unsafe.
“These ladies have gone through a lot,” she said. “They don’t need to go through this, too.”
Diana McHugh, director of communications for the association, told CBS News that everyone is OK, but women had to leave behind personal belongings, including phones and clothes.
“It’s a huge historical loss, but people matter more,” she said.
The association tweeted earlier that it is awaiting news about the structural integrity of the building and the extent of the smoke damage, but McHugh said on Saturday afternoon that “given the extent of the damage, it’s not likely” they will be allowed back into the building tonight. At the time of the call with the association on Saturday, McHugh said it seems as though the third and fourth floors of the building have the most damage, but they have not been able to enter the building to determine the full extent.
The women, who were soaking wet from standing in the rain this morning after being evacuated, have been temporarily relocated to a nearby family shelter in Alphabet City. Residents at the family shelter provided the women with food, blankets and dryers for their clothes.

McHugh said, however, that the association is expecting high costs because of the fire.
“We’ll be OK, but it will certainly have an impact on us, especially mid-pandemic. This has already been a very difficult time for our residents, just from a safety perspective and a mental health perspective.”
By Saturday night, McHugh said “safe and appropriate sleeping arrangements” had been made for the residents. Despite their own loss today, she said Middle Collegiate church members took the residents shopping for personal care items, and the community has donated so much clothing that the organization cannot currently accept anymore. Both the church and WPA are accepting donations to rebuild. ……..

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If you had Ever stepped foot in this Building called Middle, you would have felt that you had truly come Home to a Family where you are accepted and Loved as You Are. I will pray for and contribute to their rebuilding efforts.
But in the meantime, the Family and Spirit of Middle Church is unscathed, still Living the Message of Revolutionary Love. “To our incredible congregation: Cry. Mourn. Howl. And know: God is weeping with us. But like a phoenix, we will rise from these ashes,” Middle Collegiate tweeted. “Resurrection will always have the final word.”
So much Loss this year… Still thankful that Change is on the horizon. Still Hopeful that Everybody can get together and try to Love One Another.
Love is All You Need…
Peace