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Whew - thanks so much Nancy! Great head food in your reply. I'm going to take a while to ponder before I post back. I think in the shared interests of self preservation I'll do my best to provide a succinct yet tasty 'digestif' in reply. Love what and how you're thinking! cheers
OK Nancy, here's my attempted succinct reply.We agree, I think, on Kepler’s lesson. Worldviews can limit what we see and how much and how we experience, so don’t be afraid to let go of a cherished world view if the ‘world’ is showing you otherwise.
Also totally with you re gifts in the everyday – such a simple yet life changing concept. Not ‘live for today’ in the sense of ‘I don’t give two hoots about anyone else or any consequences’ but as in ‘be in the here and now, experience it, know it, and allow you and the world to move on in their own time’.
You’re not extraordinary? Agreed and rebutted. By what standards? The uniqueness of us all should both empower and humble us. There is nothing in existence now, before or after that will be you. When I really allow that thought to sink in, and see that it applies to the least as well as the greatest, it levels everything, IMHO.
Never analyse? Hmmm – I think you do, but it’s not the sense of ‘study it, theorise about it, test it, compile a summary report’ type analysis. It’s more ‘process’ in the same way that yeast ‘processes’ flour. It’s allowing whatever less conscious (deeper mind, soul, heart – whatever) parts to digest and stream into our being without regulating, limiting, restricting.
Much more your wonderful commentary has rattled around in my brain. Some future blog, I think. : )
Thanks again Nancy.
Oh - and I SO want to write a book titled 'I Sent Them Homemade Bread.'!
The homemade bread concept appears often in my memoirs. In one case, when I needed a lawyer for my divorce, and had no money, I suggested bartering for fresh homemade bread. The first one wanted sex, instead. Gone. The second agreed, so two loaves a week for a year paid my bill in full. In another, I nervously said, flirting, "I break yummy homemade bed!" That unintended Freudian slip did not go unnoticed!
Excellent points re: extraordinary and process. Smiling.
Thanks for listening and processing and being extraordinary!
Homemade bread - so much to answer for, or with! You often 'break yummy homemade beds' Nancy? It's the 'break' bit that got him, huh? As I also bake homemade bread (just yesterday actually) I was very innocently then going to suggest we could exchange recipes. But that sounded so wrong. : ) Have many great days! cheers
Sorry. I am actually more interested in baking than breaking. LOL. I find I now have to be very careful when I mention that I BAKE BREAD. Sheesh. My problem when I bake it is that I eat it! Gosh, it is yummy!
In the recent past I was making artisan bread, mixing up a dough that melds in the fridge, and you pull out what you need, shape it, let it rise, and pop it in the oven. Each time I made it, I added in different flours, seeds, or whatever, but I loved the variety of grilling a few English Muffins or baking a single roll for dinner, or a loaf for sandwiches.
My latest thing has been making blueberry Bettys in a cast iron skillet in a hot oven. I serve it with lemon juice and a sprinkle of sugar. I have company coming this week for lunch, and I'll make it savory with crab meat, cream cheese and chives, a little red bell pepper, and chard (like spinach)., with a lobster bisque drizzled on top. It's like a thick crepe. I had a beau once and all we did is talk about food on a ten hour drive. We should have stayed together, so we could grow old still talking about food!



Thanks so much for the food for thought (could use some breakfast, but NOOooooo, Mike’s making me THINK!), and for expanding my universe, today!
We certainly DO limit ourselves with our own world-view of what is and can be according to our heritage, experience and philosophy, and imagination, too. I never saw it that way, and that's the point, isn't it? When I can no longer appreciate life, nor taste it, sensually, please let me go. I love being exposed to flashes of genius, such as through your poke, today, or, at the least, gifts in the everyday. Kepler was a determined fellow, wasn't he? We do need inspiration! Especially if we didn't realize we could change our patterns of belief. Thank you scientists for opening dimensions for me! I do not have that particular itch, but appreciate those who do. I love that. Good lesson!
I am not a seeker for religion or science. I am. I do art. It comes from me. I am inspired by the oddest things—for instance patterns, colors, negative space or textures! I may see sheep in textures and let them out! I may think of a friend who walked over old stone bridges on the Camino trail, and end up painting billowing orange waves thundering under a staid, stone bridge with silhouetted cows en route to the barn for milking. I don't ask—never analyze. My grandson observes my art in a ways I’d never consider! I love it! Perception is everything, and mine is bound by so much of who I am becoming. I know I am not done, yet, though, and that’s a good thing.
In my case, I'm not extraordinary. My art, my life-revelations will not go down in history or be in textbooks. I am not all that disciplined, certainly, or curious, being much more preoccupied by tripping over the present in my life, then shaking out the revelations as I emerge from each rabbit hole (dimension).
The twists and turns—mine alone—are serendipitous, not by any remote means scientific, as I have (obviously) survived them at all (so far), and then (eventually) allowed them to expand my understanding and application of the “bigger” concepts, such as universality, acceptance, unconditional love, and being open to what lessons life brings.
In my everyday life I am a “small concept” person, a grain of sand—not a Jesus nor Mohamed, etc. I accept that we mortals just don't have knowledge of everything, and that's okay. Have my brushes with death and "the other side" enhanced these perceptions? Perhaps. It matters not. Is the near-death experience a temporary release of the soul or simply a chemical reaction to extreme physical stress? I don't know, nor care. It happened. I don't study it. I live it. I appreciate it. (There are actually scientists who study me because of my extra-ordinary life/death experience. They are attempting to legitimize it as different from a hallucination or psychotic experience. They have an awfully boring life trying to prove a concept. I give them a hard time because they’re SO serious, and entrenched in repetition. YAWN. I send them homemade bread. The University doesn’t let them bake in the lab.)
With kudos to my various life "events", I see change and death as non-options, and natural. They do not frighten me. I am free to enjoy this fresh breeze and a few blueberries. I "know" worry is wasted energy. Kneading bread is not. I became aware I am not terribly important, and no one noticed when I stepped off my self-made pedestal. I know what it is to suffer, and I am currently not suffering. I appreciate that very much.
I embrace quantum mechanics, not because I understand the minutia (details aren't that important to conceptual types), nor care, but because I "know" that it will eventually give words and visuals to help those who DO need them. That may relieve those who don't already accept (who need proof, poor dears) that non-visible energy is ubiquitous to innate communication, chemistry, instinct, phenomena, etc. It is a gift to be simple, sometimes. (I hear say that Buddha "knew" that already, too.)
I listen (with one ear, because the other one was knocked out when I was struck by lightning through the telephone, thus my near-death trip, thank you very much). (I may actually listen better, Mother Nature, in case there was intent on your part, and I'm just joking. I know you didn't choose me to go through all that, or DID you? Hummmm.) On the plus side, my senses are honed. And, another miracle? (Certainly it wasn’t very scientific at the time, but my friend "Quantum-a" will take care of that in time for those who care.) At one point, after much too much trauma build-up around my marital split, I just let go to my instincts. "She" took over. Whew! Life-changing. Forever freeing. Wrapping my little mind around drama and others' deep explanations, and craving life's ultimate answers hurts my wee brain-neurons too much. It's not that I don't deal with the tough things. I do. I just choose to savor hot, fresh bread, whenever I can. (Savor. I think that will be my new middle name.) Choices.
So bravo to those stubborn, great minds who step through the looking glass (and did not fall through any black holes) over and over again to open worlds we never imagined, and give language to (former) intangibles! Language, in itself, boggles my mind, in that it is so limiting! (Try explaining a near-death experience!) I suppose that’s why "the" scientific method was constructed to give perimeters, so as not to allow too much sloppiness. I always say, “Good to have theories, then add in human beings, and querkkKK (not quark, LOL)." But that’s neither here nor there. For some people to NOT know everything, and yet still WANT to understand it all—the cosmos and its expansions and constrictions, etc.—what a gift and a burden. I appreciate their sacrifices and energy and mettle and brains. Oh, my.
And I, in my little world, defined by all of the above, am simply enjoying today's breeze, and sheets drying on the line (probably enhanced by that breeze, come to think of it), totally aware of the privilege.
Perhaps food is actually what’s really on my mind, not thoughts, this other stuff simply fodder for the mind, when the stomach is calling for homemade bread. Fie on mean, selfish people, and carbs and shoulds and should-nots and calories and scientific theories and all that.
CHOMP! AHhhhh. Fie on Kepler for expanding my universe. God is here, too, in my biological self, hungry. It is basic, and not of great minds. Did Kepler even eat?
Enough.