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Here is part three of the interview.  In it he labels homosexuals as “unnatural, aberrant” and ipso facto sinful because of their “choice.”

If you go to the youtube site you can click on the first two parts of the interview.


I have been privileged to work with Jim Holloway.  He was the director of the Maryland Choral Society for several years.  I liked to snap pictures of society events and Jim liked to avoid my camera, if possible.  But I did get this one and I think it well captures his spirit.

Jim brought a spectrum of extraordinary music to the society.  His rehearsals were always challenging and during his tenure we increased our usual number of venues.  We enjoyed his enthusiasm and love of good music.   We learned to depend on his careful preparation and vision for excellence in performance.  The Society grew and we enjoyed our time with each other.

Jim passed away on Sunday, December 30th. 

I have edited this posting to include the following notice from the Washington Post (his photo is courtesy of his family):

James M. Holloway led the Gay Men's Chorus, among other choirs.

James M. Holloway; Musician, Copyright Examiner

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

James M. Holloway, 53, a senior Library of Congress copyright examiner and a musical conductor affiliated with the Gay Men’s Chorus of Washington and other choirs, died Dec. 30 at his home in Alexandria.

He had AIDS-related leukemia. Mr. Holloway had spent the past 22 years in the Library of Congress’s performing arts section.

He conducted the Gay Men’s Chorus from 1989 to 1999, after having served as its accompanist, and immediately attracted good notice. “The chorus has gotten its act together since James Holloway took over as conductor,” reviewer Joan Reinthaler wrote in The Washington Post in 1990. “Diction is crisp, pitch is good and there is a sense of rhythmic energy to everything it sings.”

The group won high-profile performing assignments, including the inaugural ball of then-D.C. Mayor Sharon Pratt (D). It was also selected, through competitive blind auditions, to perform for a convention of the American Choral Directors Association.

“I’m fond of telling my chorus that they make history every time they walk out on stage,” Mr. Holloway told The Post in 1991. “Part of it is the ‘outness’ of it. . . . Can we consider that a noun?” “If you’re demonstrating in front of a government agency and carrying a sign, that has one kind of energy about it,” he added. “But the kind of energies that making music creates are all positive. This chorus participates fully in the community of music lovers in general, of course.

“But there are times when this chorus really exists to inspire and uplift the gay community. Just like any other community chorus — a community gospel choir has its own sense of specific community, as well as its general community.

Mr. Holloway’s other conducting jobs included the Maryland and Prince George’s choral societies and the Library of Congress Chorale. As a pianist, he accompanied many Washington area soloists, master classes and ensembles. He also was an organist and choir director at churches.

Most recently, he was the principal accompanist for Falls Church Presbyterian Church and the Choralis and Echos community choruses in Northern Virginia.

James Matthew Holloway was born in Jackson, Miss., and raised in Columbia, S.C. He was a 1977 piano performance honors graduate of the University of South Carolina. The next year, he received a master’s degree in music from the University of Maryland, where he also completed all but his dissertation in piano performance.

His piano teachers locally included Stewart Gordon and Nelita True. He spent more than 14 summers attending Portland State University’s Haystack arts program in Cannon Beach, Ore., where he studied with choral conductor Rodney Eichenberger. His marriage to Laura Brouse ended in divorce. Survivors include his partner of 11 years, Nicholas Kyrus of Alexandria; his mother, Geraldine S. Holloway of Columbia, S.C.; a brother; and a half-brother.

Jim’s memorial took place on Saturday, February 2, 2008 at 11:00 a.m. @ Falls Church Presbyterian Church, 225 East Broad Street, Falls Church, VA 22046. 

I received this description of the lovely service that was given in Jim’s honor.  (My husband and I had a long-standing professional commitment that weekend and could not attend.) …Thank God for his life and love of music.

“…Jim’s memorial service was an amazing event.  2 1/2 hours of fantastic music:  piano, organ, Gay Men’s chorus sang (2 sections of the Faure Requiem arranged by Jim in his last illness), Choralis, a huge choir from Falls Church Presbyterian.  And the assembled friends seemed to be almost all singers & choral directors!  Professors from U MD.  They passed out music, we stood up and sang it.  I’m sure Jim loved every minute of it.”

On Saturday, March 8th at 4:00 p.m. the Maryland Choral Society will perform the Faure Requiem and other beloved oratorio choruses as a memorial concert for James Holloway, Phyllis Rasmussen and John Ferrillo.  The choral society will be joined by renowned soloists Rosa Lamoreaux and Charles Williams.

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I am your opportunity to renew your allegiance to Him who said, “behold, I make all things new.”
I am the new year.

This new year quote brings to awareness the reality of time’s passing and life’s unpredictability.  As I ponder my New Year’s experience I was sent this meditation from Belief Net.  It is excellent because of its simplicity and truth.

Five Ways to Welcome Change in the New Year

by Elizabeth Lesser

Raise your hand if you’ve had a crazy year with lots of changes–good, bad, or otherwise. Ok! Just as I thought; we’re all in this together.  The most difficult change I’ve been dealing with is my sister’s cancer diagnosis and treatment.   Sitting by her bed in the oncology unit the other day, I came across words by the great Sufi master, Hazrat Inayat Khan:  “Walking on the turning wheel of the earth, living under the ever-rotating sun, man expects a peaceful life.”

Reading them, I had an a-ha moment–I let go of demanding that life be predictable, easy, peaceful.  Such a relief!  I decided to make my New Year’s resolution be about welcoming change with a willing heart.  If you want to join me in this, here are some helpful ways to proceed. . .


Since we live in a changing universe, expect change—good change, difficult change, destructive change, transformative change.


Try not to fight change; make unconditional friendship with it, in whatever form it arrives.


There is so much more to this life than we can ever understand through our tiny brains and fearful hearts.  So in times of big change, it’s good to be gentle and kind and patient with yourself.  And to relax.  The best peacemakers are those who are at peace with themselves.


Be still and listen deeply for the truth that is carried on its winds—information about the past, wisdom about the present, and direction for the future.


Join forces with the dynamic flow of life.  The African-American theologian Howard Thurman said:  “Don’t ask what the world needs.   Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it.  Because what the world needs are people who have come alive.”  And so, as the old year changes into the New Year, ask what makes you come alive, and then go do it—for your own sake, and in the service of the greater good.


Creations of the Heavens
Susan Kelly vonMedicus:  taken from a 10th Century Sicilian mosaic

Last year, as 2007 was beginning, I had initiated two efforts in my life that were commitments of extensive time and energy:  I began a blog that would express changes and impressions regarding my spiritual journey and I continued a blog regarding the occupation of Iraq.  In both of these endeavours I was a newcomer and I had little idea where my work would lead me.

Both blogs have continued with postings on an almost daily basis.  My learning has consisted of viewing many other internet sites to dig for information and keep me abreast of what fellow bloggers are doing and to help me find up-to-date and reliable information about the war.  I have also learned a bit about posting technique.

The first of the two blogs, this one, has evolved into a pattern of occasional personal sharing alongside a collection of writings, photographs and other graphics that express aspects of life in ways that touch and move my spiritual core.

As some of my readers may know, the journey has been a fruitful one. 

Over the months I have developed a variety of sources and sharings that speak enough to my friends and online readers that I have a fairly faithful following and readership.  I tweak my friends and acquaintances often by sending out emails regarding my latest postings.  But it is up to them whether they actually click and go to the web pages or not.  Other readers come from the vast anonymous potential of the internet itself:  folks who happen on to my site, read about the site through other web bloggers, and folks who click on a spot like google looking for information on a particular topic or idea.

How much it is helpful to these readers remains somewhat of a mystery, although I hear occasionally from my friends and family in emails and from readers in comments on the blogs themselves.  I have intentionally kept my individual identity confidential.  Partly this is done because of issues of internet safety and more importantly to me it is done because I want the message of the site to remain in the forefront.

The Iraq War blog is also anonymous.  It has been a much more successful blog, in internet measures.  There are more visitors.  I rarely suggest to my friends that they should read a posting there.  It has become completely self-generating.  In August I began to measure its readership and depending on which measure I use, the site seems to generate more than double my seeking spirit site, often as much as 200 readers daily.  Both sites have developed a global readership and the Iraq site is now being referenced by fellow bloggers as well as some of the traditional news agencies and daily papers from time to time.

Some of my resolutions for the past year have fallen by the wayside.  I worked for several weeks on a weight loss program and let it go after some initial success.  I am ending the year a bit smaller than I was last year when I had lost 35 pounds.   My goal this next year is to get back into the gym more often and to regain some of my flexibilty and physical agility that I had lost as a result of some injuries and reduced activity and to continue a program of weight loss.

I hope to keep my two blogs going next year.  And I hope that I can make room for the time I need to spend at the gym or in other activities that keep me fit. 

These are my goals for 2008. 

For readers who may have chanced to make it to the end of this posting, I want to say how much I appreciate your time, thought and effort.

Happy New Year 2008.

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December 2007



On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.

And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

John O'Donohue, Echoes of Memory