Wednesday, December 30, 2009

You don't do much but you feel deeply..

The reserve of modern assertions is sometimes pushed to extremes, in which the fear of being contradicted leads the writer to strip himself of almost all sense and meaning.
Sir Winston Churchill

I've been criticized for this more than once. I'm working on it. This blog is an effort to work on it.

Monday, December 14, 2009

The Soul in Bondage

I want with Cosmic Spirit to enthuse
Each human being
That a flame he may become
And fiery will unfold his being innermost.
The other ones, they strive to take from cosmic waters
What will extinguish flames,
And pour paralysis into all inner being.
Oh Joy, when human beings flame
Is blazing, even when at rest.
Oh, bitter pain, when the human thing
Is put in bonds when it wants to stir.
-Rudolf Steiner

painting by Elihu Vedder

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

You don't have to ask for it. He knows what you want.

you don't have to ask for it. he knows what you want.

that could stand as a definition of the Holy Spirit. My daughter and I watched The Santa Clause recently. It was interesting to me that the two intellectual (as in overthink and analyze for lack of basic sense of self type intellectual) mom and step dad both stopped believing in Santa Claus when they didn't receive a specific gift that they particularly wanted. (She wanted the Dream Date game and he wanted an Oscar Meyer whistle.)

That immediately reminded me of the line from The Hound of Heaven ... 'all that in thy child's mistake thou hadst fancied as lost I have but stored for thee in Heaven. Come. Clasp my hand and rise.' The universal personal.

I love Youtube for making stuff like this available. I have nutured my Catherine Deneuve imitation over the years and find that I pretty well nailed it. Recently I went looking for a Dick Van Dyke episode wherein, I believe, Anais Nin was lampooned. A dark haired lady writer wanders about a party saying I love to love to love to love to love.... etc.

Next week I will look up the Coyote giving a presentation with overhead projection of the Roadrunner's attributes shown in the manner of a side of beef. This section tastes like tutti frutti...