Path

Jane said

Everyday takes figuring out all over, again, how to live.

Deadwood, season 3, episode 1 "Tell Your God to Get Ready For Blood"

Machado

The deepest words 

of the wise man teach us

the same as the whistle of the wind when it blows

or the sound of the water when it is flowing.

-Antonio Machado

It's all in your perspective

Scientific befuddlement

This link to an article about changing "laws" of physics was posted on the ineffable observatory today.  It links to other articles of the same ilk.

This one that talks about rebounding "dark energy" amuses me, too.

I have such fun watching science trying to untangle those knots.

Pick, pick, pick, pick, pick....

http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap100824.html

Slippage

This amuses me.

All ages communicating with each other fits the swirl of singularity i have in my head.

Lesson from Meeting.

During one of my more active Seeking periods, I took an Anthropology of Religion class at the College of Charleston that was taught by a Jamaican Quaker. You can't participate in that kind of class without exposing your perspective. What I heard from John Rashford about the Religious Society of Friends intrigued me. So, I read about Friends and started going to Meeting.

The Charleston Friends Meeting is very small. 10 in the room was a good Sunday. We'd go for a month or longer with no on moved to speak. But every time I went, IF someone spoke, s/he spoke to what was in my head/heart at that time.

I never worried about it if I missed it when someone was moved to speak. I was in a groove that let me flow with when I should be there and when following a distraction was ... OK. I was there when I needed to be. I heard what I needed to hear.

I flip the switch of this blog, and the other one, off and on as I'm moved. Sometimes I feel exposed having it out here. Sometimes I feel like no one will ever find it unless they "need" something from it.

I learned from Meeting that sometimes all that's needed is a small thing. A piece of a poem. A prayer. A song. An image. An essay may be right. But my little blips may be, too.

Or not.

Addendum: When I was Quaker, I was moved to speak in Meeting 3 times. It was never optional. As much as I tried to sit still, to refuse that it was my turn, the words demanded to be said. The Universe moves us as it will.