The final word is the opening word of the Tao Te Ching: A Way called Way isn’t the perennial Way. A name that names isn’t the perennial name. Our training has given us chatty minds—but mystery is not chatty. Reassure that anxious part of yourself: Mystery is and ought to be underdefined. It is not trying to slip away; you do not need to tether it with words.
No F150 work this week—waiting on parts. This week was an unplanned project. I have a neighbor I’ve talked to here and there over the past year, but never at length. Then out of the blue last Monday, he walked over and asked if I’d work on something for him. He had noticed I do a bit of woodworking and he needed a cover for his stove that would double as a cutting board.
Just saw a sixty-something man, no shirt, huge eagle tattoo spreading from shoulder to shoulder, chasing after a little dog calling, “Here, Cookie! Come here, Cookie!”
Working on a project for a neighbor but I need one final measurement from inside his house. I keep looking over to see if he’s up and about. Reminds me of when I was a kid and the neighbor always opened their door when they were home, which was my signal that I could go ask Timmy to play.
Cherry blossoms are nice, for sure, but have you ever seen a redbud luminous on a karst hillside?
Last night was the full moon so how about a moon song from Cat Clyde? 🎵
I’ve put NASA’s Artemis blog into Inkwell so I can keep up with the mission. I didn’t think I would pay much attention but I felt my heart strangely warmed watching the launch last night.
I recently came across a wonderful Marian prayer and thought I’d share it here. I’ve added to the Clerk of Oxford’s translations in brackets, but all the translations are from her post. Hail, lady, sea-star bright, God’s mother, edy wight [blessed creature] Maiden ever, first and late, Of heaven’s realm the sely gate. [blessed gate] The ‘Ave’ thou received in spell [message] From the angel’s mouth called Gabriel In grith [peace] us set and shielded from shame,
I mentioned before that my ‘96 F150 is my summer (and likely much longer) project. It actually runs well, especially for being more or less neglected for years. It hasn’t been driven much over my twenty years with it because most of my driving was to my old job–thirty miles away. Not economical. Now most of my driving is within the city limits of our small town so it’s time to get her into shape.
Gregory Cello: “Your town needs you, not your nation.” Or to quote myself: On a human scale, nationalism is no better than globalism.