Friday, February 25, 2011

Holy Curiosity

So, one of these days I hope to have an original thought to share!
.... 'til then, here's an excerpt from last week's's e-feed.   In a way, this reminds me of a favorite lyric from Les Miserables --  "You might know how it feels, to be struck to the bone in a moment of breathless delight ......"

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Not everyone has a good grip of science. But these children's scientific musings at least show a healthy dose of creativity.

Concerning astronomy, one child said, "Most books now say our sun is a star.  But it still knows how to change back into a sun in the daytime." 

Another added, "Some people can tell what time it is by looking at the sun. But I have never been able to make out the numbers."

Another student offered this advice: "To collect fumes of sulfur, hold a deacon over a flame in a test tube." (Ouch.)

These young people are just starting a path of life-long learning.
But I wonder, as they learn more, will they still feel awe when they see a falling star? Even if they are able to describe a rainbow in scientific terms, will they still be amazed at its incomparable beauty?  

And what about matters of the heart and the spirit?   Not everything we experience can be measured. How does one measure love and beauty and faith?

Albert Einstein's called scientific curiosity "holy." The physicist said, "The most beautiful and most profound experience is the sensation of the mystical.  He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead."

I still want to wonder and stand rapt in awe before the splendor of life and the universe. This is a place of holy curiosity; a place where spirit and science merge.

And it's a place where my soul can be at rest.

-- Steve Goodier

Monday, February 14, 2011


Happy Valentine Day !!!

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Don't Forget the Lyrics!

I'm supposing, on some level we're all followers of the late-great Mitch Miller?  Follow the bouncing ball!
...And don't you just love it when a 'congenial voice' inside the dashboard invites his listeners to "sing along!"   

That is, until the next song contains lyrics outside my paygrade!  I'm thinking, the likes of Guantanamera ... Sukiyaki ....
...and of course, a olde fav, "Melody of Love."

Weary of my own tortured accompaniment, I finally googled the lyrics and presented to DH for an impromptu Polish lesson.   (He's no longer fluent, but most times can understand the written word.)

Darn.  Try as I might, I couldn't get my tongue to work around the inflection.   But, I give myself props for being a great "la-la-la" -er.   With vigor!

Come on, won't you sing along?!


Saturday, February 5, 2011

The 11th Commandment

I think (the) writer Wayne Muller makes some very interesting points in his book, "Sabbath: Restoring the Sacred Rhythm of Rest."    For instance.....

"God does not want us to be exhausted!  The Sabbath is a time for sacred rest.  It may be a holy day ... the 7th day of the week ... or the first day of the week. 

But! Sabbath time may also be a Sabbath afternoon, a Sabbath hour, a Sabbath walk -- anything that preserves an experience of nourishment and rest.  It is the presence of something that arises when we consecrate a period of time to listen to what is most deeply beautiful, or true.... consecrated with our attention, honoring those quiet forces of grace that sustain us and heal us."

If we do not allow for a rhythm of rest in our overly busy lives, illness becomes our Sabbath.  Our pneumonia, our cancer, our heart attack ... (can) create Sabbath for us.
When we forget to rest, we will work too hard and forget.

God says:  'Please, don't.  It is a waste of a tremendous gift I have given you.  If you know the value of your life, you would not waste a single breath.  So I give you this commandment:  Remember to rest'."

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Love on a Plate

Late out of the gate -- I was probably 19 y/o before I first tasted chicken-fried steak .. . being I wasn’t too fond of chicken. (Late and slow!)

Well, it didn’t take but a minute to fall in love with long-forgotten establishments the likes of West Texas’ Red Barn and Ma Brown’s.

While these menu offerings are still duplicated most everywhere … I soon became (overly) obsessed with a certain number on the bathroom scales … denying foodie passions like one might an embarrassing case of acne.

And so it was ….. until a few years ago when health and circumstance compelled me to just Relax and Enjoy.

Still, I’d quite forgotten about the chicken-fry until our visit to Alabama last Fall.  During a pit stop halfway to the airport, DH and I opted for a bite to eat – more in keeping with the hour than actual hunger pains.   And what do you know, there I was, nowhere's close to size 6 .... throwing caution to the winds!

Mind you, it’s been 40+ years, but I rediscovered Love on a Plate.....

Dessert? Not if we wanted to stay awake the remainder of our drive!
Instead, it was the soul’s-satisfying kind when our sweet waitress invited us to “come again.”   Learning we were headed back to Arizona, her big brown eyes grew wide and she reached for my hand.... “So, so far! Well then, I’m asking the good Lord to shower you with His travelling blessings … until next time.”

Indeed … and I’m looking forward!