We had our first frost on Saturday morning. There was still one geranium outside that I wanted to put in the greenhouse. I bought the pansies yesterday and planted them this morning. At lunch time there was a big bumblebee working on them. Immediate appreciation! And the geranium found its winter quarters.
Last night I dreamed we were looking for construction materials and this was all we could find, dead stems of grass. There just wasn’t anything else. I hope this does not represent the human race because I would like to build a better world that would be solidly rooted in love, peace, equity, creativity. Even if it does, I would still have hope though, because our Creator sends His Water and growth bursts forth. Maybe it’s up to us to use the watering can? Open our mouths?
“Allah sends down water from the sky, and with it gives life to the land after it has been dead (this Qur’an is being sent to serve the same purpose). Surely in this example there is a sign for those who listen.”
“Here is where I am: My Word flows as a river through the steppes anew,
It cuts its course in the frozen lands
where I have aroused rugged men,
men who could no longer know Me by the masks fashioned for (obscuring) Me,
men whom the mighty and merchants, princes and priests, have led to lose faith and righteousness.”
“Your brothers drink the Strong Water. (From) the(ir) lip(s) the torrents flow; the thirsty brothers drink.”
This is Taste Week here in France. I took a preparation to the library in a nearby town as I did last year. This year I made a raw carrot confection, a version of a carrot cake. I was quite amused when someone else added their contribution to the table and it was a traditional carrot cake. Well, in the British tradition, I guess, since the frosting was made with double cream and Americans usually use cream cheese. The raw recipe was appreciated. You can find it here: http://rawfoodrehab.ning.com/profiles/blogs/become-an-ace-of-raw-cakes I added some grated ginger root to the base.
The exhibit examined another aspect of taste, that of art and having good taste or bad taste, kitsch, pop art, bling-bling. I should have taken notes as there were some ideas I found sad and for which there are answers in The Revelation of Arès. No longer knowing what is in good taste or not, not knowing what beauty is, the ideas of one class being imposed on all, crass materialism reigning, a sense of paradise lost, the relative recency of nature being considered beautiful with the conclusion that “it’s not natural to find Nature beautiful.”
There should be room for all kinds of taste; diversity is an attribute of the creation. There is no need for judgment or prejudice. There is a paradise lost which we can recreate although it probably will not resemble the images we currently have of it.
“Your head is weak and your courage wavering, therefore My Breath will continually revive your thought and heart so that you can tell what is good from what is evil in My Eyes, what is enough from what is not much and what is too much, what is beautiful from what is not, for beauty is the servant of Good.” The Revelation of Arès 12/3
The more good we create, the more beauty we will find and the more things will be alive and full of taste. Good taste.
“Let me tell you why you are here. You’re here to be salt-seasoning that brings out the God-flavors of this earth. If you lose your saltiness, how will people taste godliness? You’ve lost your usefulness and will end up in the garbage. Here’s another way to put it: You’re here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world.” Matthew 5:13-14 (The Message)
My jasmin nudiflorum is blooming fully clothed.
We practice efficiency, economy of motion; then we realize we need exercise.
I don’t know which is more of a pain to iron—button-down collars or button-up sleeves. Sometimes I use the scissors.
As I folded a slightly soiled empty box and stepped on it to make sure it would stay folded in the garbage bag, I heard in my mind:
“L’homme (est) la nèpe sous Mon Pied. Mon Pas est lent, (mais) Mon Talon est lourd.
Man (is) the water scorpion under My Foot. My Pace is slow, (but) My Heel is heavy.”
The Revelation of Arès xii/1-2
And “When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him? For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.”
What hope our Creator has for us, but we sit quarreling within the system rather than accomplishing the change we need, the change within each of us which would then change society. He gives us time, but not forever.