Time is scootching by isn’t it? Seems like yesterday that we started this blog way back before Spain. This whole thing has been like a college education for me. Obviously a lot of writing has taken place but also reading other’s material and thinking and communicating. It has been really valuable for me and hopefully for you.
Over the weekend we got in touch with the energetic Grace Bower in New Zealand. She is seventy one years old, a fiber artist, FaceBook expert and general high voltage curcuit. She knitted the lovely prayer shawl that I received through Terry Hershey. It is next to me here draped over the couch. My Rebecca and myself talked to her for over an hour on the phone.
Where does this bring us? Basically what I have been mulling over is something Erica from Austin brought in here. She said, “We are the average of the five people that we hang out with the most.” Paraphrase maybe but get the idea? We exist in a group. We share ideas, feelings and beliefs. We tend maybe to block out a lot of stuff that tries to come in from the outside, perhaps. I therefore am the average of what my group is.
Hmm, yes, I can see how that works. My thought at the moment is what if some of those were people that I have never met, we’ll never met in person. Now with our modern communications distance is not a factor as in talking with Grace from New Zealand for an hour. I am supposing that some of our people could be people that we faithful read their blogs for instance. Maybe some of my people are Terry Hershey who I don’t see every week or month. Maybe they are Richard Rohr and Joyce Rupp? Man, I am name dropping now!
Those three people are folks that I read faithfully and I feel like I am in touch with them. Makes me happy that perhaps we share mathematics. They contribute to my thinking and well being. I have my “real” people that inhabit my physical environment but also I have my “far away” friends.
And maybe I am part of your group there were you are and that would be an honor for me. Well, just some thoughts for a Monday on the 900th post. You are the best, love, Felipe.x
Right after 9/11, Dana and I drove across the country in the last rental car off the airport lot in Indianapolis. All we wanted to do was get home to the Northwest and hug our children. Somewhere in Kansas, just before a storm, with the sky turning shades of blackened pewter and silvery gray, and lightening bolts streaking from cloud to ground, we came up over a rise and before us lay acres and acres of sunflowers: dead sunflowers with dry brown stalks and heads bent as if in mourning or in prayer. It was then that I had an image to consider those 2000 some souls who died that day. I had an image from which to imagine the journey between this life and the next.
I believe there is a kind of soul train; we come in with others and depart with others, some we will meet and know, others we will be surprised by in the end. The ones we are lucky enough to meet feel so familiar, inexplicably so, we simply feel at home with them. Soul friends – like the sun flowers. And, for now, we celebrate our blessings and turn our faces towards the sun. Thank you Felipe for 900 blogs.
Catherine ~ you are so amazing and I love your words. We are definitely on the soul train. Clickity clack! Felipe.x
Yep, clickety-clack. 🙂