“Indeed, the attempt to live according to the notion that the fragments are really separate is, in essence, what has led to the growing series of extremely urgent crises that is confronting us today. Thus, as is now well known, this way of life has brought about pollution, destruction of the balance of nature, over-population, world-wide economic and political disorder, and the creation of an overall environment that is neither physically nor mentally healthy for most of the people who have to live in it.” ~ David Bohm, Wholeness and the Implicate Order
Wow, if I’m gonna start out with the words of David Bohm I might as well step back and let the guy talk. Problem is the dude’s dead. Peace be with you, sir. Let’s move on. Forward is what I mean. Forward. Our opening photo here at the fabulous EyeYotee blog is from just a few days ago. My little Canon Powershot camera is a gem. It’s got a feature in the software that compensates for shaky hands! Boy howdy I thank them design technicians for thinking of me. The feature really helps when using the zoom lens.
It’s Sunday, but my usual Sunday mood, which calls for some serene reading of not so serene stuff, is not so active, yet, but my hope is that I can pull that mood back out of the closet, where it is understandably hiding, because, you know, Evangelical Christians might be lurking nearby, ready to pounce for God, or on Him, whatever. I’m pissed. From AK 47s, outside a Texas mosque, meant to portray a “just so y’all know” message to the Muslims within, to the disconnected Presidential candidates who are so busy doing God’s work that they have no friggin time to step back and have a gander at what God has actually created. If they expect us all to live according to their version of theological “truth” they are just plain stupid. So says the pagan. Nature is my church. My paternal Grandpa Edmund taught me that, showed me that. We were sitting on the wooden deck at his old house, gazing out over the cove on the Little Niangua Branch of the Lake of the Ozarks, him with his pipe and me with a sipper of coffee. He told me that his outlook on life is that he was in church every day, gesturing widely with his wizened ham-hands, so I had a look around and darned if the old fella wasn’t right. Smart dude. I’d ridden my bicycle about 1500 miles, and stopped to see him, on a whim. I’m glad I did. I’m always open to learning, especially if it gives me some hope when . . . ummm, I guess I shouldn’t beat on the Evangelicals anymore in this post. If their self-inflicted bruises don’t phase ’em none my little blog ain’t even going to touch ’em. Besides, I just want to talk. God sent me.
I wrote yesterday about that incident in the 6th grade, an incident that colored my life so thoroughly that it took me fifty years to reach the WTF threshold. I suppose we all have our emotional traumas from youth, right? It’s good to discover a pivotal moment that set attitudes in motion that, in my case, dragged down life energy in a big and lasting way. What I am saying is that I easily recognize what my despair from that incident brought forth. I can remedy that, now that I know what happened. I can only grieve, at this point, for what was lost through all that subsequently happened, before the fix was in. I’ve got some work to do. Wish me luck.
Dawn is happening as I write. It feels nice out there. I think I’ll take my meds and read for a while before I go see to the day’s obligation.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.