For long years I believed in God Old, white, male, Christian god Once I believed in the supernatural Angels, devils, heaven, hell, the eternal supernatural Back then I believed in God’s forgiving grace Thorns, whips, nails, cross earning our grace Now, I know no god, but sometimes see a Goddess Maiden, mother, crone, Gaia goddess Now, I know only the here and now natural (Supernatural being but the unusual natural) Earth, sky, love, hate, the world natural Now, I believe in creation as divine grace Love being but another word for grace
Month: August 2022
Headlines August 15, 2022
‘What is truth?’ said jesting Pilate, and would not stay for an answer.Francis Bacon
CNN: American recession fears collide with reality NPR: A year on, the Taliban savor victory New York Times: Six Weeks of “Hell”: Inside Russia’s Brutal Ukraine Detentions Wall Street Journal: Record Oil Profit Boosts Saudi Coffers Fox News: Trump says he ‘will do whatever’ he can to ‘help the country’ after FBI raid USA Today: Chaotic Afghanistan withdrawal continues to haunt Biden presidency AP News: Iran denies involvement but justifies Salmon Rushdie attack Twitter feed @POTUS: Since the start of my presidency, my economic plan has helped create 9.5 million jobs, reach a 50-year record low unemployment rate, and achieve zero percent inflation in July. ————— My dear Socrates, The unexamined life may not be worth living, (although I prefer making bread) but the wider world may not be worth examining. At least not too closely. Having gained no wisdom of my own I am left with little but what passes for wisdom from another revered dead white man: “Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies. …ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.” Or, at least, Since clarity never rules such lists And the world oft leaves me alarmed Then, indeed, ignorance is bliss And ‘tis folly to be informed.
In The Car
Baba, can you swim with me for twenty-six nine twelve minutes?
I can swim with you for twenty-six nine thousand twelve minutes.
Baba, is that longer than yesterday?
Yes it is.
Baba, is that longer than tomorrow?
I don’t know.
Baba, how old is Mawsy?
Mawsy is almost 100 years old.
Baba, is that very old?
Yes, for a human that is very old.
Baba, is that even older than you?
Yes, that is even older than me.
Baba, is that older than Boppy?
Yes, that is older than Boppy.
Baba, will Mawsy die?
Yes, Mawsy will die.
Baba, will Mawsy die soon?
I don’t know.
Baba, will you die soon?
I don’t think so.
Baba, will Boppy die soon?
I hope not.
Baba, will Mama die soon?
No, your Mama will not die soon.
Baba, where is heaven?
Heaven is inside a mystery.
Baba, what is that?
I don’t know, no one knows.
Baba, but where is heaven?
No one knows for sure.
Baba, when Mawsy dies will she go to heaven?
Yes, Mawsy will go to heaven, we will all go to heaven.
Baba, will we see Mawsy go to heaven?
No, because Mawsy’s body will go back to the earth.
Baba, why, Baba?
To make new life for the earth.
Baba, when I die, will I go back to the earth?
Yes, we will all go back to the earth to make new life.
Baba, will the earth grow a new me?
No, that is not the way it works, but the earth will grow new plants and trees.
Baba, but then what goes to heaven, Baba?
Our love goes to heaven, and our thoughts
Baba, will I be happy in heaven?
Yes, we will all be happy in heaven.
Baba, will there be food in heaven?
No, we will not need food in heaven.
Baba, then I will not be happy; I will be yelling for a hamburger.
I bet you will and you know I will want cheetos.
Oh, look, Milo, we are home.
Let’s go swimming.
Lulled by birdsong
Purple morning glories
And soft light
Morning glories close
Ever valiant impatiens
Meet the rising heat
With patient persistence
Begin to droop
A small garter snake
In our small pond
The day’s breath stills
Still as unwanted death
No longer still
Thunder and lightning
House lights blink
(lovely word that – thrice)
Reliable electricity holds
Weary world now
“perchance to dream”
Mining Gold from Dirty Dishes – A Golden Shovel Poem
“Now everything is easy ‘cause of you and our house”Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
Now comes the wet warm soapy cleaning Everything that was dirty – dishes, pots, pans, cutlery Is soon clean – not ad sparkling clean but Easy to call clean, easy to feel pleasure ‘Cause what once was unusable dirty is now, as happens so Often, clean and usable, a source and promise of pleasure like You yourself, your presence, your love And your willingness to make your home Our very own together House.