All returns are different. Like everything else, like people in their lives, each living within his own prism, or his own wheelhouse. How we walk, how we smile or not, what books we read… All of the things we touch and think on through the days, then how we return to sort thru the pages and the rubble. Soft. For me right now, returning from holiday, I return softly. And here is a photo that can be entered, but only if it is softly. Pull the oars through the water, but don’t disturb it. Make no waves or splashes. Let the water drip from the oars as they are held above the water, and be silent. Listen.
I had decided to take a serious break from all of the computer things: my Facebook page, the Read L.E.Hansen page, emails, Tumbler, and this blog. I’m glad that I did. But in the end, to this very day, I began to miss writing down my thoughts here. So I’m back. The only apology I can offer is that I didn’t say in advance what I was doing, or rather, not doing. Not that I always do know. It did turn out to be an interesting experiment. I didn’t miss anything but the blog. Coming here and laying out this or that. This photo pretty much catches what was happening, and how I was feeling. I did get books read, and I did work on the new MS. But as I said, I did miss coming here and now I feel as if there’s much I need to catch up on. And so I shall.
Those things which stop us on the way to the other side of the page, to the next scene. Those things touch something within. There is something in this that is nameless and timeless. I would have a most difficult time trying to describe it. It is both cold and warm, and it keeps the eyes and heart lingering on what it captures. It is of a moon and water and trees and some ground. That is all. But that is not all there is.
Pause a while and dwell with me.
May all beings be peaceful. May all beings be happy. May all beings be safe. May all beings awaken to the light of their true nature. May all beings be free.
~ Metta Prayer ~ posted by Tao & Zen
The name Jaguar originated from the Native American word ‘Yajuar’ meaning “He who kills with one leap”. Unlike many other big cats, Jaguars are extremely good swimmers 🐆
I’d think that a creature on the run from a jaguar or a leopard or a cheetah had best know which one is after them. I doubt that I need to, but you never know. Quickly put, the above animal did not look like a jaguar to me, so I had to look up the differences. Turns out I was wrong. Apparently this is indeed one, given the rosette-like black spots on its body, the large thick head, and the deep dive. I also learned things about all of these cats.
For one thing, a dot by any other name is not a dot. Or at least the same-type dot. Jags have the open rosette dot, or the closed solid black, or the varied with several other dots in the middle, and they do not have to be the same throughout the coat. Looks like this guy is a match. Oh, and he can climb, crawl, and swim just like a leopard. You’re not going to be able to run and climb a tree or go under something or even swim away. Not a chance.
But there is one saving grace about the jaguar. He’s found in the Western Hemisphere, usually in South or Central America. So if you’re in Africa, you needn’t worry about the jaguar threat. You do however have to be careful about leopards and cheetahs. And just so you know, they’re not the triathlon threat that the Jaguar is, but you still might not be able to outrun them. You’ll just have to know which is best: climb a tree or dive in a river.
Oh, but if you’re driving through Mexico and someone says, “Hey, look there! It’s a cheetah!” You can smugly say, “Ah, no it’s not. It’s a jaguar.”
Today, 100 years ago, Egon Schiele died at the age of 28, three days after his wife Edith. Both were struck by the Spanish flu in the autumn of 1918. Edith was six months pregnant with their first child. In 1915 Schiele made this fragile portrait of his wife.
Arno Landewers 20/21 century art & architecture post· Egon Schiele, Portrait of Edith, 1915, collection Gemeentemuseum Den Haag.
Imagine. Dying at 28 years old. Watching your beloved wife and unborn child die before you. It was the great epidemic of Spanish Flu, in 1918. What losses were suffered, what pain was endured. To people surrounded by it, it was the end of days. So many times it has felt like the end of days, yet art and music go on.
Reading the New Yorker, you will find an article written by Elizabeth Barber on October 28, 2018. The article is about Lucetta Scaraffia, the lovely lady we see below and her campaign to have women play a larger role in the Catholic Church. She believes this can happen, and that it can be accomplished from within the Church. There are, in fact, many roles that could be filled by women, not the least of which is that of a Cardinal.
Cardinals, in any case, need not be called by God—only man. “Cardinals are an invention of the Church, to govern itself,” Massimo Faggioli, a professor of theology at Villanova said. So it is that Catholic theology does not mandate that cardinals be ordained. Theologically speaking, laypeople, including laywomen, can be cardinals. This is how we got the Medici boys as Cardinals and how they (then with voting power) got to elect a Medici papa as Pope. (Think Borgia. Think The Godfather.) It wasn’t until 1917 that the Holy See changed canon law, restricting the cardinalate to the ordained.
Lucetta Scaraffia Is Trying to Fight Catholic Patriarchy from the Inside
Scaraffia and others are pointing out the differences between actual Church doctrine and Cannon Law. And there are many arguments that ensue around the purpose, intent, and traditions of the Church, not just about what can be done—but what can change—what should change. Yes, this in a Church that is run by men, and men alone in places of authority where women (nuns) are kept in subservient roles and are used to cook and clean for the men. The women serve and the men dictate everything from behavior to law.
I am impressed by the number of women, the newsletters, and the activism. The movement is strong and viable. The goals and hope and logic seem impermeable.
But the changes they covet will not happen.
The Church is run by men.
I have come to believe that women can only truly infiltrate the world of men in politics, in religion, in corporations, when women do not ask of men, but form themselves, and give themselves permission. Why aren’t women dictating? Why aren’t women forming their own enclaves? (Enclave, by the way, is a feminine noun.) Why don’t we say if and when men can join us?
Women have to acquiesce in order to be subjugated. It is women who allow men to rule. There are too many women who are afraid of power, because with it comes great responsibility.
So. In the meantime, the Church will be infiltrated by women who will influence, and maybe change, the Church from within. I just won’t see it in my lifetime.