tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82138292009-07-10T07:33:41.370-04:00Journey Reflectionintercommune with creation . . . commune with spirit . . . give thanks for beingJourney Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.comBlogger1942125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-77937650133952992009-07-11T00:01:00.000-04:002009-07-10T07:33:41.379-04:00Is-ness of Responsibility<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SlOYXUsJCaI/AAAAAAAAC70/rsUdmgX-wuk/s1600-h/Resize+of+600px-Azimuthal_Equidistant_N90.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355791908331915682" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SlOYXUsJCaI/AAAAAAAAC70/rsUdmgX-wuk/s320/Resize+of+600px-Azimuthal_Equidistant_N90.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My current take on the responsibility-obedience-freedom relationship in Bonhoeffer’s “Freedom” essay [in his book <em>Ethics</em>] is an ontological rather than a moral one – <em>obedience</em> (from <em>obedio</em> = listen) means listening to the connected world, and <em>freedom</em> means how I respond in the solitariness of my decision-making. <span style="font-size:78%;">~<strong>Frank Bremner</strong>, 4/30/09 e-mail</span></div><br /><div>I decide on my own, finally, but my decisions influence the inter-connected community of life. Like it or not, I am responsible for the way the world is and turns out. <span style="font-size:78%;">~jpc</span><br /><br /><em>The world IS my responsibility. <strong>Namaste</strong>.</em> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong>:</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">the world in </span><a title="Azimuthal equidistant projection" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Azimuthal_equidistant_projection"><span style="font-size:78%;">Polar azimuthal equidistant projection</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> (<em>wikipedia.org</em>)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-7793765013395299?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-82104759215347303892009-07-10T00:01:00.000-04:002009-07-09T07:28:28.165-04:00No Going Back<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SlOSw7rCtxI/AAAAAAAAC7s/UH9IsGmZgt0/s1600-h/250px-NASA-Apollo8-Dec24-Earthrise.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355785751223252754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SlOSw7rCtxI/AAAAAAAAC7s/UH9IsGmZgt0/s320/250px-NASA-Apollo8-Dec24-Earthrise.jpg" border="0" /></a><em>For the very first time in all of consciousness development and evolution</em>, we have a worldcentric and global perspective. What a long journey! …It is an irreversible shift…. You can never go back. <span style="font-size:78%;">~<strong>Ken Wilber</strong>, <em>A Brief History of Everything</em>, p. 187<br /></span><br />We are fighting this new paradigm culturally, religiously, politically, and economically. But it is not a new perspective that can be replaced, for we know that the Earth community is our real world – not a nation or region.<span style="font-size:78%;"> ~jpc</span><br /><br /><em>This is the world we have. <strong>Namaste</strong>.</em><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong>: Earthrise, about 40 years ago, photo by Wm. Anders, astronaut on Apollo 8, December 24, 1968 (w<em>ikipedia.org</em>)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-8210475921534730389?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-82496917981489684372009-07-09T00:02:00.000-04:002009-07-08T06:11:43.185-04:00They Speak to Me<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Sj2T9x4KfdI/AAAAAAAACzM/y3afJgwsoM4/s1600-h/Resize+of+51nZPBt6sRL__SS500_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349594621956226514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Sj2T9x4KfdI/AAAAAAAACzM/y3afJgwsoM4/s320/Resize+of+51nZPBt6sRL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /></a>Kids on college campuses these days who consider themselves religious will take a little bit of Thomas Merton, a little bit of Gandhi, a little bit of Mother Teresa, a little Elie Wiesel, Václav Havel, and they put it all into a mix. You say, “Hey, these are very different traditions.” And they’ll shrug their shoulders and say, “Well, maybe they are, but they speak to me.” <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">~<strong>Alan Wolfe</strong> in <em>The Life of Meaning</em>, p. 344<br /></span><br /></span>Who are five or so names speaking to you these days? <span style="font-size:78%;">~jpc<br /></span><br /><em>Let the dialog deeply prod and sustain. <strong>Namaste</strong>.</em><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong>: from </span><span style="font-size:78%;">book cover of</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Great Peacemakers: True Stories from Around the World</em> (2008) by Ken Beller and Heather Chase (many secular-spiritual leaders of college students have been peacemakers)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-8249691798148968437?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-54470463107410346702009-07-09T00:01:00.001-04:002009-07-08T06:15:22.894-04:00"The Life of Meaning" Book Quotes<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Sj2GRJdKSMI/AAAAAAAACzE/KuOHoh3EtMU/s1600-h/13924965.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349579561540143298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Sj2GRJdKSMI/AAAAAAAACzE/KuOHoh3EtMU/s320/13924965.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Note</strong>: During some of the remaining days of July, we will reflect on snippets from <em>The Life of Meaning: Reflections on Faith, Doubt, and Repairing the World</em>, Bob Abernethy and William Bole <span style="font-size:78%;">(2007, and now at <em>books.google.com </em></span><a href="http://tinyurl.com/nbewxu"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://tinyurl.com/nbewxu</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;">)</span>. This book helps us to think “ecumenical” in a more real way, adding a deeper and wider dimension to the profound journey. Get a copy. <span style="font-size:78%;">~jpc</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-5447046310741034670?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-70487971394438679042009-07-08T00:01:00.000-04:002009-07-07T07:01:53.318-04:00Composing Meaning<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SlMpRL2qsYI/AAAAAAAAC7k/H47xPoUb_2s/s1600-h/Resize+of+Embryo_Getty_400.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355669757090247042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SlMpRL2qsYI/AAAAAAAAC7k/H47xPoUb_2s/s320/Resize+of+Embryo_Getty_400.jpg" border="0" /></a>[M]eaning doesn’t come in the genes, he said; you compose it. You compose it out of your own past … out of the experience of humankind … out of the things you believe in, out of the things and people you love, out of the values for which you are willing to sacrifice something. The ingredients are there, he said; you are the only person who can put them together into the unique pattern that will be your life. <span style="font-size:78%;">~eulogy by <strong>Bill Moyers</strong> at John Gardner’s memorial service, 4/17/02<br /></span><br /><em>The stuff of meaning is all around us to compose into a life. <strong>Namaste</strong>.</em><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong>:</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">human embryo (Getty Creative Images) </span><a href="http://tinyurl.com/n3ejzk"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://tinyurl.com/n3ejzk</span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-7048797139443867904?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-15636550419427401962009-07-07T00:01:00.002-04:002009-07-06T19:29:50.963-04:00Edge of Christianity<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Sj122GpXb8I/AAAAAAAACyU/lAvNvfBYHJg/s1600-h/Resize+of+peacepals_00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349562604255145922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Sj122GpXb8I/AAAAAAAACyU/lAvNvfBYHJg/s320/Resize+of+peacepals_00.jpg" border="0" /></a>The edge of Christian reconstruction has shifted from the theological to the sociological, from clarifying the gospel to constructing new forms of Christian community. <span style="font-size:78%;">~<strong>Gene Marshall</strong>, “The Reconstruction of Christianity,” p. 6<br /></span><br />And the new forms of Christian community are in being to care for the whole Earth community, especially since other religions are moving as slowly or more slowly – but thankfully they’re moving – to pick up this supreme mission. <span style="font-size:78%;">~jpc<br /><em></em></span><br /><em>Community on behalf of the greater community. <strong>Namaste</strong>.</em><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong> <a href="http://www.artscare.org/peacepals.1.shtml">http://www.artscare.org/peacepals.1.shtml</a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-1563655041942740196?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-77116371511141749822009-07-06T00:01:00.001-04:002009-07-05T07:53:48.505-04:00"What's Your Problem?"<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Sj1ybUsnraI/AAAAAAAACyM/Ki_OJyvT67w/s1600-h/RootCauseWeed.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349557746123910562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Sj1ybUsnraI/AAAAAAAACyM/Ki_OJyvT67w/s320/RootCauseWeed.gif" border="0" /></a>What you focus on as being “the problem” is simply the outward manifestation of whatever else is going on beneath the surface. It shows up in your life as a symptom – but it isn’t the real problem. To get to that, you need to go deeper. <span style="font-size:78%;">~<strong>Linda Binns</strong> </span><a href="http://tinyurl.com/nddeud"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://tinyurl.com/nddeud</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span>Or as an old guru said, “Your situation is not your problem. It’s your situation. If you think you have a problem, figure it out and deal with that.” <span style="font-size:78%;">~jpc</span><br /><br /><em>At the deepest level, you have no problem. <strong>Namaste</strong>.</em><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong> <a href="http://tinyurl.com/nx2wfz">http://tinyurl.com/nx2wfz</a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-7711637151114174982?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-27686826424707442542009-07-05T00:01:00.000-04:002009-07-04T06:18:09.635-04:00Sunday Dialog CLX<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Sk8r33WFjAI/AAAAAAAAC7c/amL-762XBUY/s1600-h/Resize+of+birds-trees.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354546720716196866" style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Sk8r33WFjAI/AAAAAAAAC7c/amL-762XBUY/s320/Resize+of+birds-trees.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><div><strong><em>Nez</em></strong>: My student* said, “Trees and birds get to vote” through our representation.<br /><br /><strong><em>Journer</em></strong>: So we humans are “representatives” in the Earth community’s legislature.<br /><br /><strong><em>Nez</em></strong>: And we haven’t been earning our keep.<br /><br /><strong><em>Journer</em></strong>: We’ve got to do better or lose our job as human carekeepers.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">_____<br />* <strong>Thomas Berry</strong>, “Teilhard in the Age of Ecology,” interviewed by Jane Blewett, produced by Lou Niznik (1988 dvd)</span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">image </span></strong><a href="http://tinyurl.com/m7c4zr"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://tinyurl.com/m7c4zr</span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-2768682642470744254?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-37393358371826980292009-07-04T00:01:00.000-04:002009-07-03T07:41:42.415-04:00America's Call<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Sj1foerNtGI/AAAAAAAACx8/E6070WVk_Zk/s1600-h/Resize+of+as17-134-20384.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349537081419740258" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Sj1foerNtGI/AAAAAAAACx8/E6070WVk_Zk/s320/Resize+of+as17-134-20384.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Throughout its history, America has given hope, comfort and inspiration to freedom’s cause in all lands. The reservoir of good will and respect for America was not built up by American arms or intrigue; it was built upon our deep dedication to the cause of human liberty. <span style="font-size:78%;">~<strong>Adlai Stevenson</strong>, <em>Call to Greatness</em> (Harper), from the Godkin Lectures, “A Troubled World,” Harvard, March 17-19, 1954</span><br /><br /><em>May we give more inspiration, hope, comfort, and freedom to planet Earth. <strong>Namaste</strong>.</em><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong>: (December 1972) Harrison H. Schmitt photographed next to United States flag (not upside down but turned around) – highest part of the flag points toward planet Earth (photo by astronaut Eugene A. Cernan, Apollo 17 commander)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-3739335837182698029?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-76622206692488433142009-07-03T00:01:00.000-04:002009-07-02T07:27:57.111-04:00All Is Well<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Sj0cIEZ3fGI/AAAAAAAACx0/nFw5D05OUfY/s1600-h/3044411051_5542a0560c_m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349462857332784226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Sj0cIEZ3fGI/AAAAAAAACx0/nFw5D05OUfY/s320/3044411051_5542a0560c_m.jpg" border="0" /></a>I’ve borrowed a mantra from Julian of Norwich, who wrestled with her own demons and famously concluded, “All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.” Whatever I’m processing in my mind can wait until tomorrow. Tonight let me just embrace the faith that whatever the outcome of my concerns, “All is well.” <span style="font-size:85%;">~<strong>Catherine Welch</strong>, <em>EarthRise</em> reflection (adapted), 6/12/09<br /></span><br /><em>“When I’m worried and I can’t sleep….” <strong>Namaste</strong>.</em><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong>: “Moonlight on the Water,” Tracy Longacre</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-7662220669248843314?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-58941214168200950522009-07-02T00:01:00.000-04:002009-07-01T06:35:06.359-04:00"Namaste" before Dying<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Sj0K0JUmchI/AAAAAAAACxk/CL4_EBYMOJI/s1600-h/Resize+of+3182581-Mahatma-Gandhi-s-last-steps-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349443823357817362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Sj0K0JUmchI/AAAAAAAACxk/CL4_EBYMOJI/s320/Resize+of+3182581-Mahatma-Gandhi-s-last-steps-2.jpg" border="0" /></a>The whole world … seemed to fall into the heart of Mahatma Gandhi, not only on the day he said, “I am a Christian, I am a Hindu, I am a Muslim, I am a Jew,” but on the day he proved the depth of his declaration when, after receiving two fatal bullets from a fundamentalist [Hindu] zealot, he blessed that zealot with a <em>namasté</em> before dying.* <span style="font-size:78%;">~<strong>David James Duncan</strong>, <em>God Laughs and Plays</em>, pp. xxv-xxvi (<em>books.google.com</em>)<br /></span><br /><em>Gandhi embodied ecumenical spirit. <strong>Namaste</strong>.<br /><br /></em><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>*</em> <strong>Note</strong>: a rendition of Gandhi’s last words</span><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong>: Gandhi's last steps </span><a href="http://tinyurl.com/ox6rwy"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://tinyurl.com/ox6rwy</span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-5894121416820095052?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-46678600168213140072009-07-01T00:01:00.003-04:002009-07-01T14:09:34.184-04:00Jesus' Evangelism<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Sjz0l5hXyjI/AAAAAAAACxc/toiQ0jmtfIg/s1600-h/Resize+of+Full3-592x339.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349419389342435890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Sjz0l5hXyjI/AAAAAAAACxc/toiQ0jmtfIg/s320/Resize+of+Full3-592x339.jpg" border="0" /></a>Evangelism as embodied by Jesus does not remotely suggest the closed-minded zeal of proselytizers…. It implies, on the contrary, the kind of all-embracing love evident in Mother Teresa’s prayer: “<em>May God break my heart so completely that the whole world falls in</em>.” Not just fellow nuns, Catholics, Calcuttans, potential converts. <em>The whole world</em>. It gives me pause to realize that, were such a prayer said by me and answered by God, I would afterward possess a heart so open that even hate-driven zealots would fall inside. <span style="font-size:78%;">~<strong>David James Duncan</strong>, <em>God Laughs and Plays</em>, p. xxv (<em>books.google.com</em>)<br /></span><br /><em>Jesus’ evangelism of love is big. <strong>Namaste</strong>.</em><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong>: </span><a href="http://tinyurl.com/c4p39q"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://tinyurl.com/c4p39q</span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-4667860016821314007?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-80401606615015244162009-06-30T00:01:00.000-04:002009-06-29T06:30:48.539-04:00Fruit of the Leap<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SjDmlHkxIKI/AAAAAAAACxM/DOfqd2BT_QY/s1600-h/Resize+of+greatleapforward_pic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346026283051589794" style="WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SjDmlHkxIKI/AAAAAAAACxM/DOfqd2BT_QY/s320/Resize+of+greatleapforward_pic.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>When all is known that can be known, the responsible core of the will in the man [<em>sic</em>] has still to yield. He must act, he must choose, he must risk, he must make the leap…. Only by this leap on faith could one know the release of guilt, the sense of commitment, the acceptance of a vocation, of a calling in whose service is perfect freedom. <span style="font-size:78%;">~<strong>Douglas Steele</strong>, “Translator’s Introduction” to Kierkegaard’s <em>Purity of Heart Is to Will One Thing</em>, p. 16<br /></span><br />Kierkegaard says there is finally no faith without a conscious leap.<span style="font-size:78%;"> ~jpc</span><br /></div><br /><div><em>And the fruit is sweet. <strong>Namaste</strong>.</em><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong> <a href="http://www.thegreatleapforward.com/">www.thegreatleapforward.com/</a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-8040160661501524416?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-90891239180584218322009-06-29T00:01:00.000-04:002009-06-28T07:01:36.751-04:00Being One With<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SjDj3RSe5EI/AAAAAAAACxE/pUdiWDYnHwU/s1600-h/Resize+of+79992304_o5tMaDds.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346023296362013762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SjDj3RSe5EI/AAAAAAAACxE/pUdiWDYnHwU/s320/Resize+of+79992304_o5tMaDds.jpg" border="0" /></a>I have this habit of becoming what I see. I become one with a kite soaring in the sky, to see the wonderful vista below through its eyes. It’s the same looking at a tree, unless I become the tree I will never be able to experience the insect life teeming under the bark … the lizard, the squirrel, or the bird relaxing under the shade of the leaves. This is equivalent to being one with the Universe, one energy … one of the highest forms of meditation. <span style="font-size:85%;">~<strong>Stephen Isaac</strong>, taxi driver in Bangalore, India, 5/25/09, via Jack Gilles</span><br /><em><br />Amazing what imagination can do, especially if I am a bird inspecting this limb. <strong>Namaste</strong>.</em><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong> <a href="http://tinyurl.com/n3m8ax">http://tinyurl.com/n3m8ax</a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-9089123918058421832?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-58373771194622859302009-06-28T00:01:00.000-04:002009-06-27T01:36:09.300-04:00Sunday Dialog CLIX<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SjDf9f_N5xI/AAAAAAAACw8/dtAeQpJMHR8/s1600-h/Resize+of+Monica_Monkey_Edited.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346019005340444434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SjDf9f_N5xI/AAAAAAAACw8/dtAeQpJMHR8/s320/Resize+of+Monica_Monkey_Edited.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em>Nez</em></strong>: My student* said, “Have you made up your own mind that your occupation is your real calling?”<br /><br /><strong><em>Journer</em></strong>: You mean, have I been called by <em>spirit</em>, ancestors, grandchildren, and evolution?<br /><br /><strong><em>Nez</em></strong>: The question is, Have you made up your mind?<br /><br /><strong><em>Journer</em></strong>: I’m working on it.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">_____<br />* <strong>Søren Kierkegaard</strong>, <em>Purity of Heart Is to Will One Thing</em>, p. 199</span><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image </strong><a href="http://tinyurl.com/km6qox">http://tinyurl.com/km6qox</a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-5837377119462285930?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-25089901381390325482009-06-27T00:01:00.001-04:002009-06-29T06:36:41.548-04:00We Seem To Be<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SkNx69GsNaI/AAAAAAAAC2s/99JngWIjLgA/s1600-h/Resize_of_okeefe13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351246039895258530" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SkNx69GsNaI/AAAAAAAAC2s/99JngWIjLgA/s320/Resize_of_okeefe13.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>We seem to be always passing on<br />but when we think about it<br />we are always in the same relation<br />with that which never passes on<br />but is forever present here and now<br /><br />So I know you are in good hands<br />that you’re at the right place and time<br />that you’re being led by that presence<br />that will never let you go<br />who is now and forever with you<br /><br />Journey on with this truth of truths<br />lean back and breathe deeply<br />till your breathing is transformed<br />into eternal expression of the power<br />who is your end and your beginning<br /><br />Journey on, my friend</em><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">~<strong>jpc: </strong>written before David McCleskey's passing (8/7/08); and now for my brother, Glenn, who has just passed into another phase of eternal life (6/23/09): “All is well. All is well.”</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong>: “Blue, No. II,” Georgia O’Keeffe </span><a href="http://www.tfaoi.org/okeefe/okeefe.htm"><span style="font-size:78%;">www.tfaoi.org/okeefe/okeefe.htm</span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-2508990138139032548?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-33917299215930116092009-06-26T00:01:00.000-04:002009-06-25T06:57:58.094-04:00The One Thing<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SjAMmHlkp6I/AAAAAAAACws/GGXJy_zW5Iw/s1600-h/Resize+of+Lee-Gass_submission-20080703203206-submission.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345786606699980706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SjAMmHlkp6I/AAAAAAAACws/GGXJy_zW5Iw/s320/Resize+of+Lee-Gass_submission-20080703203206-submission.jpg" border="0" /></a>[H]e that asks what it is that endures has already passed through; he has already gone over from the time order to eternity, although he is still alive [p. 120]…. Commitment to the Eternal is the only true salvation. <span style="font-size:85%;">~<strong>Søren Kierkegaard</strong>, <em>Purity of Heart Is to Will One Thing</em>, p. 168<br /></span><br />Commitment to that which does not pass away is our true salvation. We all know that salvation is not commitment to what passes away: for example, family, riches, knowledge, fame, or a long and healthy life.<span style="font-size:85%;"> ~jpc<br /></span><br /><em>The one thing, the <strong>eternal</strong>, is never absent. <strong>Namaste</strong>.</em><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong>:</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">"Submission," Lee Gass </span><a href="http://leegass.com/gallery/lees-sculptures/human-figures/submission/"><span style="font-size:78%;">leegass.com/.../human-figures/submission/</span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-3391729921593011609?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-85545629085429143252009-06-25T00:01:00.004-04:002009-06-24T17:30:08.949-04:00Union of Within and Without<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SkHR0XHW51I/AAAAAAAAC2k/-wMDqKEtits/s1600-h/Resize+of+untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350788529781139282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SkHR0XHW51I/AAAAAAAAC2k/-wMDqKEtits/s320/Resize+of+untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a>There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where infinite becomes finite, yet not losing its infinity. <span style="font-size:85%;">~<strong>Rabindranath Tagore</strong>, <em>Personality</em>, p. 44<br /></span><br />…where we become aware of the wonder of union, whether we live at Machu Picchu or in Shanghai. <span style="font-size:85%;">~jpc<br /></span><em><br />Where has it been for you? <strong>Namaste</strong>.</em> <div><div><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong>: Machu Picchu</span> <a href="http://tinyurl.com/l336w5"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://tinyurl.com/l336w5</span></a></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-8554562908542914325?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-5396747557982261812009-06-24T00:01:00.001-04:002009-06-23T09:33:56.146-04:00Transform Institutions<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SjAEzgBReiI/AAAAAAAACwU/5r4FmPKrJQ8/s1600-h/Resize+of+yechezkel_streichman.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345778040503892514" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SjAEzgBReiI/AAAAAAAACwU/5r4FmPKrJQ8/s320/Resize+of+yechezkel_streichman.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>[<strong>Thomas Berry</strong>] taught me that a cosmology can serve as a guide to the four core institutions in our society – organized religion, the business sector, the government, and the education system. As Thomas memorably observed, “The churches are too pious. The corporations are too greedy. The government is too subservient to the corporations. And the universities should know better.” <span style="font-size:85%;">~college student Malcolm Kenton’s remarks at Thomas Berry’s memorial service in Greensboro, June 3, 2009</span><br /><br />Accelerating transformation within these core institutions is happening in spite of all resistance. Cosmology is like a river and its mini-movements like an ever-flowing stream … ~<span style="font-size:85%;">jpc<br /></span><br /><em>… until humans live in harmony with the Earth community. <strong>Namaste</strong>.</em></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>.</em> </span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong>: Yechezkel Streichman, "Ein Hod," 1956</span> <a href="http://tinyurl.com/n8mgp4"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://tinyurl.com/n8mgp4</span></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-539674755798226181?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-51648771675817701632009-06-23T00:01:00.004-04:002009-06-22T08:16:44.714-04:00Real Courage<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SjABfVKp9wI/AAAAAAAACwE/QI-EKxQpFYs/s1600-h/Resize+of+SNN2926Z_280_540912a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345774395458189058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/SjABfVKp9wI/AAAAAAAACwE/QI-EKxQpFYs/s320/Resize+of+SNN2926Z_280_540912a.jpg" border="0" /></a>[Within the courage to take the anxiety of meaning-lessness upon oneself,] all forms of courage are re-established in the power of the God above the God of theism. The courage to be is rooted in the God who appears when God has disappeared in the anxiety of doubt. <span style="font-size:85%;">~<strong>Paul Tillich</strong>, last sentences of <em>The Courage To Be</em>, p. 190 (the book that helped “save my life” when I was 30)<br /></span><br />Real God shows up when we are at the end of our tether. Real faith is most possible when the anxiety of doubt, even despair, seems about to destroy us. <span style="font-size:85%;">~jpc<br /></span><em><br />Real courage is always possible. <strong>Namaste</strong>.</em><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong></span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://tinyurl.com/leghbj">http://tinyurl.com/leghbj</a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-5164877167581770163?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-4317001966519917912009-06-22T00:01:00.000-04:002009-06-21T00:18:17.179-04:00How We Spend Our Days<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Si__L3IghuI/AAAAAAAACv8/4Prk_EuBa4A/s1600-h/Resize+of+Lifeboat%2520012a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345771861955348194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Si__L3IghuI/AAAAAAAACv8/4Prk_EuBa4A/s320/Resize+of+Lifeboat%2520012a.jpg" border="0" /></a>How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives…. A schedule is a mock-up of reason and order … a lifeboat on which you find yourself, decades later, still living. <span style="font-size:85%;">~<strong>Annie Dillard</strong>, <em>The Writing Life</em>, p. 32<br /></span><br />Many shun a schedule. Annie says it can carry you and care for you on the long journey. <span style="font-size:85%;">~jpc</span><br /><em><br />Sail on, and don’t forget the inner trip. <strong>Namaste</strong>.</em><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong> </span><a href="http://www.thurso-lifeboat.org.uk/Present.htm"><span style="font-size:78%;">www.thurso-lifeboat.org.uk/Present.htm</span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-431700196651991791?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-13436337355381311432009-06-21T00:01:00.000-04:002009-06-20T02:08:50.069-04:00Sunday Dialog CLVIII<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Si-FvMOLKSI/AAAAAAAACvk/I4C9xkvskmo/s1600-h/Resize+of+img6.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345638328493091106" style="WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Si-FvMOLKSI/AAAAAAAACvk/I4C9xkvskmo/s320/Resize+of+img6.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><em>Journer</em></strong>: Give me some advice on love, if you will.<br /><br /><strong><em>Nez</em></strong>: My student* said, “Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.”<br /><br /><strong><em>Journer</em></strong>: So I should find a mate and covenant with her or him to live together in common vocation?<br /><br /><strong><em>Nez</em></strong>: And don’t forget to gaze at each other.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">_____<br />* <strong>Antoine Saint-Exupery</strong>, via Ann Morrow Lindbergh’s <em>The Gift from the Sea</em>, p. 75</span><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong>:</span> <a href="http://www.jasonmoon.org/wedding.html"><span style="font-size:78%;">www.jasonmoon.org/wedding.html</span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-1343633735538131143?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-2173844182416633072009-06-20T00:01:00.001-04:002009-06-21T12:38:39.041-04:003 A's to Live By<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Si-J05LzC9I/AAAAAAAACv0/WMWkmH_8vKE/s1600-h/Resize+of+Re-exposure+of+letter_a-315x475.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345642824508574674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Si-J05LzC9I/AAAAAAAACv0/WMWkmH_8vKE/s320/Resize+of+Re-exposure+of+letter_a-315x475.jpg" border="0" /></a><em>Awareness</em>: seeing beyond the visible, looking deeply into nature, self, others for what is hidden, the reality beyond the seen, the ground of being. <em>Acceptance</em>: taking everything that happens into yourself versus merely acknowledging it. Allowing each event, be it sad or joyous, to become an opportunity for growth. <em>Appreciation</em>: seeing every moment as God’s gift, as a holy moment, to be fully embraced and explored. <span style="font-size:85%;">~<strong>Sandy Conant</strong>, <em>EarthRise</em> reflection, 5/2008</span><br /><em><br />This A style can lead us to and sustain us in a S style of service. <strong>Namaste</strong>.</em><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong>:</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">"Avery Learns to Write" <a href="http://tinyurl.com/kvwhvv">http://tinyurl.com/kvwhvv</a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-217384418241663307?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-20622699606425619112009-06-19T00:01:00.000-04:002009-06-18T06:37:01.065-04:00The Big "Who?"<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Si-DZWI9EGI/AAAAAAAACvU/wwrNPmYt83Q/s1600-h/Resize+of+neighborhood-illustration.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345635754175172706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Si-DZWI9EGI/AAAAAAAACvU/wwrNPmYt83Q/s320/Resize+of+neighborhood-illustration.jpg" border="0" /></a>In today’s world, our neighbors are not just down the street or across town, they are across the world. We’re all in this dance together. <span style="font-size:85%;">~<strong>Bill Gates</strong>, <strong>Sr</strong>., <em>Showing Up for Life</em>, quoted in The Costco Connection magazine, p. 29, May 2009, via LLC<br /></span><br />And more, the whole Earth community is our neighbor, including its environment – all part of our neighborhood called Universe. <span style="font-size:85%;">~jpc</span><br /><br /><em>“Who is my neighbor?” <strong>Namaste</strong>.</em><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong>: </span><a href="http://corboy.com/solar-system-model/index.html"><span style="font-size:78%;">corboy.com/solar-system-model/index.html</span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-2062269960642561911?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213829.post-87449619525705526352009-06-18T00:01:00.000-04:002009-06-17T06:25:42.665-04:00Meditation Going Mainstream<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Si2sP7qJBPI/AAAAAAAACvM/fN8vkwRhEHw/s1600-h/meditatex.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345117722471105778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dj04JBFgMaM/Si2sP7qJBPI/AAAAAAAACvM/fN8vkwRhEHw/s320/meditatex.jpg" border="0" /></a>Once thought of as an esoteric, mystical pursuit, meditation is going mainstream. A government survey in 2007 found that about 1 out of 11 Americans, more than 20 million, meditated in the past year. And a growing number of medical centers are teaching meditation to patients for relief of pain and stress … students are learning meditation at school…. Very young brains may be more malleable. <span style="font-size:85%;">~<strong>Marilyn Elias</strong>, <em>usatoday.com</em>, 6/8/09</span><br /><br /><em>Spiritual “development” is going on among all kinds and ages, thank goodness. <strong>Namaste</strong>.</em><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>image</strong>: fourth graders learning meditation through singing, breathing, and well wishes toward others (photo by Dan MacMedan, USAToday)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213829-8744961952570552635?l=rejourney.blogspot.com'/></div>Journey Reflectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971281377334001119transcribebooks@triad.rr.com1