My daughter noticed that photos of a young newlywed couple going about their daily lives have been spreading around the intertubes lately. Both have significant physical disabilities. “This suddenly makes anything I ever complain or have issues with, seem insignificant and trivial.” You’re so right, Gilly.
Here’s a blog post that contains all the photos, titled Source of inspiration.
I took this photo yesterday morning of a lone goose slowly paddling up river past the Harvest sculpture. And it reminded me of one of my favorite poems.
The Wild Geese
Horseback on Sunday morning,
harvest over, we taste persimmon
and wild grape, sharp sweet
of summer’s end. In time’s maze
over the fall fields, we name names
that went west from here, names
that rest on graves. We open
a persimmon seed to find the tree
that stands in promise,
pale, in the seed’s marrow.
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear,
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye
clear. What we need is here.
Wendell Berry (Collected Poems 1957-1982)
What’s a favorite poem of yours?
Yesterday’s Strib has a letter to the editor by Northfielder and frequent LoGroNo commenter, John George, on “how earthquakes can be God’s judgment for sin.” (See full text below.) I’m hoping John will chime in here with a longer explanation.
As an atheist, it makes no sense to me, of course, and I last blogged about God’s role in natural disasters back in 2007.
But for those of you who do believe in God and who might quickly dismiss John’s assertions, consider how often you pray or participate in prayers that ask God to intercede in some way in your physical world or the physical world of others.
Continue reading Be careful if you reject the idea of an earthquake as God’s judgment for sin
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of “interposition” and “nullification” — one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
– Martin Luther King, August 28, 1963
I was reminded of these words by a photo Patrick took this morning at daycare. We’ve certainly come a long way since 1963.
On the other hand, our daughter’s opportunities in life will likely be very different than they would have been with her birthmother, a situation of which Dr. King would never have approved.
My dreams for the future:
- Adoption will be a choice, not a necessity
- Children will not be limited to the achievements of their parents
- People of Middle Eastern descent will feel free to discuss their heritage
- People of all religions and no religion will live together in peace
- No one will want for basic human rights like food, water, housing, and healthcare
- There will truly be only one purple America
In the meantime, I am very happy that I live in a town in which I am judged by the content of my character.
Thank you, Northfield.
Depression is a devastating illness with many root causes, some of them genetic. This summer I participated in a wonderful healing program called, "Resilience Training" which was developed by Dr. Henry Emmons at the at the Penny George Institute of Health and Healing at Abbott Northwestern Hospital.
Here is my story which I presented on Dec. 14, 2009 at the St. Olaf College Boe Chapel. The video of my presentation is available from the college.
Continue reading From Darkness to Light, from Depression to Joy by Andrea Een
Last week, I got a tweet from Brian Clark alerting me to a blog post titled The Definitive Guide to Sticking to Your New Year’s Resolutions by Leo Babauta, author of The Power of Less and the Zen Habits blog (follow him on Twitter). As you’ll see if you read that post, Leo’s got a new blog called 6changes dedicated to his 6 Changes Method.
The appeal of his approach was immediate to me, especially tackling one habit at a time, taking baby steps, and using ‘triggers.’ And since two of the 6 steps involve public accountability, blogging my progress makes sense. Want to join me?
Continue reading The hell with New Year’s resolutions. Instead: 6 habits. Join me
St. Olaf professor Gordon Marino has a post that was published on the NY Times Happy Days blog on Wednesday that’s currently the #1 emailed articled on the entire NYT site. It’s called Kierkegaard on the Couch (Marino is also curator of the Hong/Kierkegaard Library at St. Olaf.)
These days, confide to someone that you are in despair and he or she will likely suggest that you seek out professional help for your depression. While despair used to be classified as one of the seven deadly sins, it has now been medicalized and folded into the concept of clinical depression.
Continue reading Gordon Marino and Søren Kierkegaard on the art of introspection
Clay Oglesbee, District Superintendent of the MN Methodist southeast MN region and former lead pastor at the Northfield United Methodist Church, has a new blog called Just One More Thing.
He describes the blog as “… a tool for expressing opinions, sharing thoughts and reflecting on matters of the spirit.” I consider it an atheist-friendly blog, though he likely has to deny that.
Clay’s now living in exile in Cannon Falls but occasionally sneaks into Northfield on Saturday mornings for inspiration and mood-altering chemicals at the GBM. See our other Clay-related blog posts for more.
Tom Friedman’s column yesterday, 59 Is the New 30, reinforced my oft-stated goal to live till the end of the summer of 2069 so I can celebrate the 100th anniversary of man landing on the moon (July 20, 1969) and Woodstock (August 15-18, 1969). I’d be 119 years old – not out of the realm of possibility since centenarians are increasingly common. (Fun fact: in 2005, the “Social Security Administration extended the life expectancy tables up to age 119.”)
It doesn’t really matter if I get run over by a truck tomorrow or felled by some illness at an age when most everyone else my age is dying (80s? 90s?). And I wouldn’t want to be 119 unless I was reasonably mentally sharp.
What matters is that I’m acting now as if my life is only half over. I have six decades of experiences, learning, and accomplishments ahead of me.
No, I don’t have a bucket list. Do you? I’ve not been inclined to make one since they seem to encourage people to be more self-centered and acquisition-oriented, ie, acquiring experiences as if they were things.