My brother mentioned this morning that my posting has been rather minimal of late. I think I find it challenging to go from the open and inner space of meditation that I have committed to for forty days and the world of form. I've also been moving through some of my piles of books. I just finished Still Alice, a novel by Lisa Genova. It is a beautiful look at early-onset Alzheimer's and seems to be part of my current fascination with the study of the brain.
It also has me more aware of nourishing the synapses of my brain. I woke this morning in a mode of wanting to be gentle with them and also wash them vigorously, cleanse. Because dementia and Alzheimer's weren't really diagnosed in the past and were considered a part of getting old, we don't really know if it is setting in younger, but my sense is that stress could be part of the brain asking for a rest. I know we need to stimulate and I wonder about the balance on it, so I am treating my brain in new ways of late, taking it on a stroll of left and right and in between.
Today is the birthday of historian Barbara Tuchman, the author of The Guns of August, about the events that led to World War I. She said, "War is the unfolding of miscalculations."
Each day, Obama's administration does something of which we can feel proud. Yesterday, the Senate passed a bill to provide health insurance to more than four million children. It seems like a no-brainer, doesn't it, and yet, under the Bush administration, even something so essential could not happen.
Stem cell research is back, and negotiation and recognition that there are other ideas and patterns on the planet are in respect.
I think I've just been sitting with the holiness of it all. Perhaps we didn't respect the honoring of what is obvious before. Now, with each return we breathe a little easier. Each day I look for some sign the economy can revive. Those signs are not yet visible and we are in the midst of a huge shift. May it be as gentle as the breezes with which we massage and honor our synapses today.
Joy and Peace to All!
Synapse definition from dictionary.com:
The small junction across which a nerve impulse passes from one nerve cell to another nerve cell, a muscle cell, or a gland cell. The synapse consists of the synaptic terminal, or presynaptic ending, of a sending neuron, a postsynaptic ending of the receiving cell that contains receptor sites, and the space between them (the synaptic cleft). The synaptic terminal contains neurotransmitters and cell organelles including mitochondria. An electrical impulse in the sending neuron triggers the migration of vesicles containing neurotransmitters toward the membrane of the synaptic terminal. The vesicle membrane fuses with the presynaptic membrane, and the neurotransmitters are released into the synaptic cleft and bind to receptors of the connecting cell where they excite or inhibit electrical impulses.
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