Joscelyn Godwin, The Mystery of the Seven Vowels:
Yet I will add, in all seriousness, that no animal would have served better as a hidden symbol of Iaô than the patient and unmusical ass, which cries as best it can the name of the Unknown God.
I was not expecting to find a joke–much less a funny one–in this book.
From Wendell Berry’s May 2022 Sabbath poem: But the old man knows, contrarily, that this world was made by love. He knows it because that love came to him one time in the person of a girl and it abides in the girl’s great-grandmotherhood. He knows the world was made by love because of his experience of faithful love. As below, so above–an inversion of the Hermetic saying.
I made persimmon cookies today using this recipe. Two notes:
Found a covid-era bottle of sanitizer. Read the right side of the label.
That feeling when you have some time off work that moves at just the right pace. This morning I woke up and thought, “It’s still only Saturday morning!”
I have a couple of days off work so I’m planning to get some small stuff done. Things that have been neglected during the last several weeks of heat.
This morning I replaced the ignition switch on my 96 F150. Very simple. It’s been sticking for a while; now it turns like a corrupt politician.
I also picked up some work shirts at Goodwill. Why does anyone buy new when you can get like new for $6?
My fun project will be to install Linux Mint on my laptop. I used Ubuntu many years ago. Don’t recall why I stopped. But I thought about it again this week when @johnbrady mentioned using Linux.
My palm, my eye, the light
serendipitously aligned
and, in a flash, palmistry
made all the sense in the world.
I learned two actionable models of the self from Gordon White, which he learned in turn from others: The soul incarnates into three bodies, i.e., the physical, emotional, and spiritual/mental bodies. The center of the physical body is the gut. The center of the emotional body is the heart. The center of the mental body is the head. I prefer the ambiguity of “gut” and “head” because specifying “stomach” and “brain” invites materialism.
Sometimes you’re so excited that it’s persimmon season in Lawrence County you eat persimmon pudding for breakfast.
We are now the proud owners of two burial plots in our town’s historic cemetery. Through a series of events, we actually got them for free. The cemetery holds some of my favorite examples of limestone carving. It was definitely the place we wanted to go. Bonus: the Owenses are there.