“we are not hedonists, and were not created merely for our own happiness or pleasure”
“we are not hedonists, and were not created merely for our own happiness or pleasure”
Caring for my mom makes me increasingly grateful for a clear mind. Here on the cusp of fifty years old, I am in some senses at the height of my powers. What I have lost in physical ability has been compensated for by patience. What I have lost in mental agility has been compensated for by judgment. Watching her decline, I understand that my mental clarity is today’s grace: it is not mine by right, and will not last forever.
The local HVAC company we use puts out a newsletter with company news (like employee of the month) and a community calendar. It’s hokey and awesome. And, of course, the September issue has a persimmon pudding recipe.
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.
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.