"I wonder that religion can live or die on a faint, stirring breeze."
Adah Price (
The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver) considers her salvation, after a shifting wind makes a deer the evening meal of a lion, instead of her.
The daughter of a Baptist missionary in the Congo in 1960, Adah is brilliant, and disabled. She couldn't have run from the lion if she had wanted to.
In Goddess Religion, we might say the Fates were stirring the breezes; or we might say that Adah's salvation was a random outcome stipulated by Chaos Theory; or we might say "interesting cosmology"; or we might marvel at the intricacies of the natural world.
Barbara Kingsolver certainly marvels at the intricacies of the natural world. If you haven't read her
Prodigal Summer, go get it. I've been thinking lately about movies and books that represent the seasons. This book would go on the top of my Summer list.
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The purple coneflowers are the pride of the flower garden! The lowly milkweed, however, is the favorite of the monarchs. The neighbors don't understand why we tolerate the milkweeds in our gardens! HA HA HA!
Summer is at full tilt and I've been mostly inside, mostly at my desk, working. I just finished a website for friends. They think it's beautiful, and I do, too. I'm so grateful to have work I love doing!
Gratitude has become such a big part of my consciousness and spiritual practice. I don't count sheep at night, I name things I'm grateful for -- a gratitude meditation, if you will. It's a great way to deal with those worrying things that my mind wants to fuss over instead of giving in to sleep.
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Driving home at dusk from a major appliances shopping excursion, I noticed how the fireflies were active at the edges of the fields, with one exception -- the fields that are being organically farmed had fireflies buzzing all over them. Smart critters, and beautiful over the crops.
It's been delightful this growing season to see human beings out in fields. A certain giveaway that they were organic farmers. It's the first time in my 10 years in this major agricultural area that I've seen human activity in the fields. Oh, okay, sometimes you see a large piece of machinery with some human at the wheels, but never folks walking through fields, hats on to protect them from the heat, crouching over turned earth to put in seedlings and later, weeding with hoes. It's an almost anachronistic scene.
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Everybody's blogging, so why not me? I've had a swim in the lake this morning, with blue gills playing around me like I was a natural part of the environment. A lovely way to start the day.
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