The forecast today is for fog mixed with smoke, just like the last few days. I look out on gray and green.
I come across these words of Carly Fiorina last night and am digesting them.
“Change is a little bit like heaven. Everyone wants to go there, (but) nobody wants to die.”
I place it with this one by Voltaire.
"Doubt is an uncomfortable position, but certainty is an absurd one."
I'll see what pops up today from fog and smoke.
Ode magazine is on silence this month and ends with an explanation of John Cage's musical composition of four minutes and 33 seconds of silence. May we each have silence within and holding this day, bookends for what happens between.
I am trying to stay, as much as is possible, with my own rhythm today, to cultivate calm, even as I am swished in the more rapid pace of others, in some of these mixed-together moments.
Here is the lovely anchor of Thomas Merton.
It is well known that in the Orient, in China, India, Japan, and Indonesia, the religious and contemplative life has been fostered for centuries and has known a development of unparalleled richness. Asia has for centuries been a continent of great monastic communities. At the same time the solitary life has flourished, either in the shadow of the monasteries or in the wilderness of jungle, mountain, or desert. Hindu yoga, in its various forms, has become almost legendary of Eastern contemplation. Yoga makes use of a variety of disciplines and ascetic techniques for the "liberation" of man's spirit from the limitations imposed upon him by material, bodily existence. Everywhere in the East, whether in Hinduism or Buddhism, we find that deep, unutterable thirst for the rivers of Paradise. Whatever may be the philosophies and theologies behind these forms of contemplative existence, the striving is always the same: the quest for unity, a return to the inmost self united with the Absolute, a quest for Him Who is above all, and in all, and Who Alone is Alone.
Thomas Merton. The Inner Experience. Edited by William H. Shannon (San Francisco: HarperSanFrancisco, 2003): 29-30
The day has been full in a multitude of ways.
Karen gave me a roll of toilet paper. Actually I exclaimed and then she decided I was the one for whom it was meant. I can't wait to use it. Each sheet has a picture of Bush. One sheet says "We need an energy bill that encourages consumption." That was said on September, 23, 2002. At least he is honest about his policy, or lack thereof.
Another sheet says "They misunderestimated me." He said that on November 6, 2000. My computer is appalled, and the red line shoots out to underline misunderestimated. It is not a word, but what is that to Bush.
I open up the roll. The paper is very thin, which is what I would expect for what holds Bush words, a little thin and light on substance. Now, I see his famous words of July 3, 2003 on the Iraqi militant attacks. "Bring 'em on."
I don't know how those who've seen their children die for this man begin to hold themselves back. It must take unimaginable restraint, something Bush has not, and will not, show.