72\u00a0 bar rises 30.07 1mph N\u00a0 dew-point 57\u00a0 sunrise 6:05 sunset 8:31\u00a0 Lughnasa<\/p>\n
First Quarter of the Corn Moon<\/p>\n
“The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.” – Virginia Woolf<\/p>\n
In this case you have to remember that Virginia put rocks in her pockets and drowned herself in the closest flowing water.<\/p>\n
Here are some notes.\u00a0 A new direction for liberal religion.\u00a0 Cosmology:\u00a0 a nature centered (including humans) faith that has local manifestations, i.e. this galaxy, this solar system, this planet, this nation, this province, this place, this particular location. (Our Town)\u00a0 Anthropology:\u00a0 we are universes,\u00a0\u00a0 one self, many selves.\u00a0 Whitman.\u00a0 We grow toward a Self that can contain and nourish all of our many selves, yet paradoxically extinguish them all.\u00a0 Existentialism.\u00a0 Nexus.\u00a0 Ethics:\u00a0 the Iroquois medicine man at Theology in the Americas.\u00a0 Soteriology-see ethics and anthropology.\u00a0 A decadent salvation, from stardust to stardust.<\/p>\n
We must answer the thin faith of the empiricist, the sad faith of the secular humanist, the mad faith of the fundamentalists and the mind-only faith of those outside the faith traditions of their youth.\u00a0 Our response, our new direction folds together the empiricist and the humanist with a pagan lovesong, a romantic hymn to the universal and the particular.\u00a0 Its flower symphony trumpets forth from home altars all across the globe, a fragrant and colorful melody that weaves us all together, a magic fabric with each individual, yet each part.<\/p>\n
This has legs in my heart, it wants to run and jump and play with others.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
72\u00a0 bar rises 30.07 1mph N\u00a0 dew-point 57\u00a0 sunrise 6:05 sunset 8:31\u00a0 Lughnasa First Quarter of the Corn Moon “The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.” – Virginia Woolf In this case you have to remember that Virginia put rocks in her pockets and drowned herself in the closest flowing water. Here … Continue reading A Romantic Hymn to the Universal and the Particular<\/span>