Annonyme is alive

ummm.... I do want to do this still.  I'm still interested.  I just work a lot, have teen aged daughter and, although I think all day throughout other activities, by the time I have a half hour or so (which is rare) those thoughts are droopy and not presenting themselves in formation.  My posts are extremely brief because I realized that if I waited till I had time to develop a thought there would be no blog.

It's always on my mind to correct this prioritization disability embedded in circumstance.

  I just checked in and found another one of those bizarre spikes in views.  It's not just a rusty crawler.  I wish I knew what's up with that.  I think there's a really huge class in Israel, (an auditorium class like the Astronomy class I tried to take at the University of Maryland at 19) (what was I thinking?) with fabulously large numbers of students.  I think they are surveying blogs with religious themes, for some reason, and I'm a sample.  That's the only explanation I can come up with for another spike of 1332 views amidst the barren-nobody-looking-plain of negative stats around that number.  The page view spikes are clearly coming from Israel.  What?

If it were daytime I'd run outside and take a picture of the bushes in front of my super humble apartment building.  There was a growth spurt in the past week or so due to warm and rainy weather.  That greening of a clipped shrub coincided with a talk on the development of dendrites in the brain given by the principal of the school I work in.  Together they reminded me of my old speculation that the burning bush is a metaphor for the mind.  Actually, I pretty much think of mountains, roof tops, tops of stairs and ladders and upper rooms as representing the mind.  A friend of mine had a lovely dream she shared regarding the end of the world.  She dreamed every body went up on the roof of her house to watch the end.  The mood was light as if for a picnic.

Toward The One

Toward the One


When I was in my early teens in suburban US (OMG no secondary bus routes yet, so stultifying!,....! Can you believe I had to live through that?) Anyway.. my mother joined a book club and, very democratically, allowed me to choose a couple of the free books per year allotted to the membership.  One of my selections was Toward the One.  I have thought of this book many times over the years.  It's the delight I felt upon receiving it which leaves this residue of memory.  I was so delighted when it arrived on the doorstep.  Older me has puzzled over the recollection of that response.

I lost track of the book itself.  I remember it had a dedication to Noor Inayat Khan.  I noticed the photo of Noor Inayat Khan accompanying the dedication.  In later years I recognized the same photo in A Man Called Intrepid and made a connection.  Hey!  That's the same person!  What does that mean?  I still don't know what it means.

I have an idea that spirit approached Earth for that battle (WWII).  Spirit was not invested on behalf of precision in train schedules.

I'm thinking of this now because PBS has a biography of her on broadcast currently.  Get your learn on.  sigh.  It's rough out there.

loving your neighbor as yourself

This picture is in my living room.  It's by Andrei Rublev.   I know this because a friend shared the movie Andrei Rublev by Andrei Tarkovsky with me about 18 years ago.   I think of this Icon in connection with the idea of 'two or more being gathered in my Name'.  If 'my name' is roughly equivalent to 'my Self' and my self is another way of saying my identity, then when the requirements of 'two or more present in my name' have been met one would, in effect, be loving one's neighbor as one's Self because the several parties would be sort of under a cone of SELF, to borrow an image from Get Smart .  The white space in the picture is actually a little like the cone of silence... it indicates the way in which the minds in communication form a Chalice, or grail.  The communication itself is the Grail.  Another way of saying this might be, Where two or more are gathered in recognition of their shared identity I am there with them.  I think the active ingredient is the recognition of shared identity.


Tonight on MSNBC Lawrence O'Donnel included a clip from The West Wing.  I couldn't get it off the MSNBC site but I just found it on Facebook.  I hope the clip will translate:

https://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10100779896922119

As an aside, it surprises me that the similarity of the name of Jesus to 'the I am' is not more widely commented on.  I've never noticed it commented on at all.  I am.  Yo soy.  Je suis.

to clarify the reference: Soul in Bondage

Soul in Bondage 

The soul is not in bondage

Nadia and Masha in Vanity Fair  (<--- link)

I accidentally got a lot of hits to this blog, seems like such a long time ago, when I posted something about these women who had done an un-permitted performance piece in St. Basil's Cathedral.  I don't think they'd been imprisoned at that point. The theme of feminine power and vulnerability in this blog started with that post.  It hasn't really been my bailiwick.   In my reading of the situation, they aren't doing any of this to demonstrate their own worth, innocence or great talent.  They are doing this because their self worth is unrecognizable without the worth of the prisoners who are not gorgeous to look at; who don't generate wealth but do generate grace.