Daily Archives: May 10, 2014

Family

Mothers

1 Comment

Beltane                                                               Emergence Moon

Tomorrow is mother’s day. As we age, the number of mother’s around us multiplies. First, there’s your own mother. Then, there’s your wife (or  yourself) (and perhaps multiples). She (you) can be a mother. That’s the case for me. Plus Raeone. (ex-wife) And mother. Then your kids get married. And have kids. More mothers. No wonder Hallmark went for mother’s day.

As reader’s of this blog know, my mother’s been dead since 1964, 50 years. That’s a long time without a living mother. Still, the other mothers in my life make the celebration noteworthy. So, here’s to Kate, Jen, Barb, Raeone. Happy mother’s day all. And to Gertrude.

General
Leave a comment

Beltane                                                                                           Emergence Moon

The onions and the leeks peek out above the soil, all planted now, a bit late, but it’s been a weird spring. Yesterday while exercising to keep my body strong, my back did a thing. A painful thing. Not the result one looks for when working out. That means the planting of the onions involved more pain than the task needs to entail. Still, they’re in the ground, ready for the watering mother earth has prepared for later this afternoon.

Faith and Spirituality

Native Terran

Leave a comment

Beltane                                                             Emergence Moon

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. – Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio

A cartoon, I think it was in today’s paper, had two E.T. figures with their spaceship in the background. Two humans were in conversation with them. “But,” the E.T. said, “you’re from space, too.” Oh, yeah. The chicken is an eggs way of making more eggs. We often don’t realize that the way we understand things is not the only way to understand something. A truism perhaps, but a profound one.  Another example is the Mexica view that death is the normative (real) state and life is a dream.

Which makes me wonder what I’m missing. A friend sometimes asks himself, “What if:  you were a  bodhisattva  who is knowingly choosing to experience these feelings as part of the process of aiding the healing and enlightenment of all sentient beings?” This in response to the pall I’ve spoken of over the last day or so. This is a perspective shift, taking another, unusual angle from which to view a situation.