AROMATHERAPY works, and so does the weather.
It is a morning for Sufjan Stevens! And if you walk outside it almost feels like fall! I went skipping down the driveway, with coffee and water bottles for Louie.
This morning I'm full zeal for the day. I can often say I'm glad for the day, but some days, like this one, I'm particularly keen. Often it seems more random than not, the hopefulness. The clouds in the sky; the cool air at start of day; my husband's lingering embrace; a sip of coffee from the press; and my sleeping girl--all coming together in the knowledge of God and my heart rejoices.
Today I will buy milk and vegetables at Sunflower Market in my old neighborhood. I will probably find a reason to stick around there. Before that, I have a meeting. Throughout the day I have words on flashcards to learn--to really know, that is, for the GRE. It makes my stomach hurt a little to think about it. "The whole world has probably scored better than I will," is the kind of thought process I want to obliterate from my mind, but then I think "Well, go ahead, but it's probably true anyhow." Get behind me, defeatist voice in my head! ::ahem:: If I fail, I fail. Maybe I won't.
One thing: raising Sophie has had much to do with love, attentiveness, patience, when to say when, intentionality, teachable moments, etc., but little do to with things related to my creative or scholarly pursuits. This causes a compartmentalization, (something I try to avoid wherever possible, being the multi-tasking maniac that I am). I've had some success with paper crafts, with Sophie by my side coloring and peeling stickers and listening to books on cd while doing laundry and so on. But higher on the list: I find it impossible to revise poems at the same time. Life and the mind through which I understand it, provides an abundance of inspiration in any case. Sophie the muse. Sophie the unprecedented motivator. Add these to the eternal urgency of capturing the metaphysical in a physical sense, viz., words on a page, and I hope little by little I'll make progress.
First impressions. Yesterday I began listening to Richard Dawkin's The God Delusion on cd. So far he appeals to the authority of men learned in their field as evidence of the intellectual inferiority and cowardice of theist, but, to begin with--personal conviction can neither proves nor disproves the existence of God regardless of a person's achievements. He erroneously cites the argument that people cannot be moral apart from belief in God, as proof of a flawed ideology. Indeed, I would not argue in favor of such an argument. It is entirely possible for a person to be moral and not possess a belief in God. However, it is impossible for good and evil to exist apart from the existence of God. ...Aside from this, ridicule is never an argument. To that end, there's no shortage of material on either side of the debate. I'll keep listening because I want to hear it all. What seems completely stupid so far, is the lack of a logical, (in the Socratic sense), coherent argument. Isn't it inherently hypocritical to ask your readers to throw off the shackles of irrational religiosity, only to take up the shroud of an incoherent skepticism? ... I'm waiting for the Euthyphro dilemma.
Last Sunday Louie's parents and grandma came to visit for a day. With a heavy heart I consider his family's circumstances. I don't have time to begin giving an account of it, but I'm glad they came. Sophia made things bright without trying. "Abuelita!" she called, much to the grandmas' delight. I learned how to make Salvadorean quesadillas.
This morning I'm full zeal for the day. I can often say I'm glad for the day, but some days, like this one, I'm particularly keen. Often it seems more random than not, the hopefulness. The clouds in the sky; the cool air at start of day; my husband's lingering embrace; a sip of coffee from the press; and my sleeping girl--all coming together in the knowledge of God and my heart rejoices.
Today I will buy milk and vegetables at Sunflower Market in my old neighborhood. I will probably find a reason to stick around there. Before that, I have a meeting. Throughout the day I have words on flashcards to learn--to really know, that is, for the GRE. It makes my stomach hurt a little to think about it. "The whole world has probably scored better than I will," is the kind of thought process I want to obliterate from my mind, but then I think "Well, go ahead, but it's probably true anyhow." Get behind me, defeatist voice in my head! ::ahem:: If I fail, I fail. Maybe I won't.
One thing: raising Sophie has had much to do with love, attentiveness, patience, when to say when, intentionality, teachable moments, etc., but little do to with things related to my creative or scholarly pursuits. This causes a compartmentalization, (something I try to avoid wherever possible, being the multi-tasking maniac that I am). I've had some success with paper crafts, with Sophie by my side coloring and peeling stickers and listening to books on cd while doing laundry and so on. But higher on the list: I find it impossible to revise poems at the same time. Life and the mind through which I understand it, provides an abundance of inspiration in any case. Sophie the muse. Sophie the unprecedented motivator. Add these to the eternal urgency of capturing the metaphysical in a physical sense, viz., words on a page, and I hope little by little I'll make progress.
First impressions. Yesterday I began listening to Richard Dawkin's The God Delusion on cd. So far he appeals to the authority of men learned in their field as evidence of the intellectual inferiority and cowardice of theist, but, to begin with--personal conviction can neither proves nor disproves the existence of God regardless of a person's achievements. He erroneously cites the argument that people cannot be moral apart from belief in God, as proof of a flawed ideology. Indeed, I would not argue in favor of such an argument. It is entirely possible for a person to be moral and not possess a belief in God. However, it is impossible for good and evil to exist apart from the existence of God. ...Aside from this, ridicule is never an argument. To that end, there's no shortage of material on either side of the debate. I'll keep listening because I want to hear it all. What seems completely stupid so far, is the lack of a logical, (in the Socratic sense), coherent argument. Isn't it inherently hypocritical to ask your readers to throw off the shackles of irrational religiosity, only to take up the shroud of an incoherent skepticism? ... I'm waiting for the Euthyphro dilemma.
Last Sunday Louie's parents and grandma came to visit for a day. With a heavy heart I consider his family's circumstances. I don't have time to begin giving an account of it, but I'm glad they came. Sophia made things bright without trying. "Abuelita!" she called, much to the grandmas' delight. I learned how to make Salvadorean quesadillas.