Folding laundry is a mindfulness practice as far as I am concerned. Cooking is a spiritual practice of deep devotion, and feeding someone a profound act of love. Doing it daily is a devotional practice of love.
From this morning’s walk…
To come to a place of mutual trust and respect is the mother of all sacred places. It is only from this place that we can help one another to reach his or her greatest potential.
Also note that we aren’t even talking yet about ruthless people using scientific institutions to gain money and power, the corruption of science by corporate and state interests, the entrenched dogmas, ideologies, etc., or the persecution of “heretics” who dare questioning orthodoxy or—gasp!—writing their own blogs outside the institutions. And still, even without all that, the picture looks mind-bogglingly bad.
I am one of those few people who actually enjoys homemaking. Certainly, I am one of that even rarer species, a cisgender man who actually enjoys housework.
From past couple of days…
_Life interrupted _
If God wore a hat
_It rained last night _
Sacred is a human construct. The universe, except through us or any other intelligent creatures there may be, does not make distinctions about what can and can’t be violated.
We invent words like sacred and violate to share our hopes, fears and desires with one another. And, unfortunately, the violations we were most concerned about when we first identified the concept, are those that we all too readily perpetrate on one another.
Barry is back! HBO!
Curing salmon again…
I can find no reason to believe there is judgment involved in this churning of matter and energy in space over time. The universe is indifferent to what you and I perceive as the consequences of this churning. Stuff happens.
From yesterday afternoon…
From this morning’s walk…
My dog Fiona adores me!
This is the kind of thing that baffles me. Obvious care was taken to place the empty can in a particular spot. Why not take just a little more care and get it to a trash can?
From this morning’s walk…
A Humanist Concept of Sacred :: Essays On Attention Paid
This is an inquiry into a non-religious, or humanist concept of sacred and whether such a concept is meaningful without connection to a religious belief system derived from a higher power.
Reading: Caliban and the Witch by Silvia Federici 📚
I am about 1/3 of the way through this book and can absolutely recommend it. It’s slow going for me only because it is dense with information that I want to remember. I find myself underlining half the text (I have a physical copy, do not buy the Kindle version which is garbage). It’s about the rise of capitalism in the aftermath of feudalism with a particular focus on how women were affected.
From this morning’s walk…
Caliban and the Witch: Women, the Body and Primitive Accumulation
we cannot, therefore, identify capitalist accumulation with the liberation of the worker, female or male, as many Marxists (among others) have done, or see the advent of capitalism as a moment of historical progress… capitalism has created more brutal and insidious forms of enslavement, as it is planted into the body of the proletariat deep divisions that have served to intensify and conceal exploitation.
—Silvia Federici
A Humanist Concept of Sacred :: Essays On Attention Paid
It is our capacity to violate one another and everything living around us that makes a concept of the sacred important.
A Humanist Concept of Sacred :: Essays On Attention Paid
For each of us there are numerous individuals, places, things, and concepts which we honor and the fabric of our being, both individual and collective, is woven around them. We define ourselves through what we choose to include in and exclude from the realm of the sacred.
From Heather Cox Richardson this morning.
In a sign that the party might be splitting elsewhere, as well, Georgia governor Brian Kemp announced today that he will not attend the Georgia Republican convention this summer, choosing instead to rally supporters in his own new organization.
Tuckered out… wish I could believe we’ve seen the last of him.
From this afternoon…
Odd juxtaposition…
