The world keeps spinning and spinning and we’re here, like most people, just trying to hang on. You say it’s gravity that holds us down and keeps us grounded, but my knuckles are white from all my efforts not to fall of the damn ride. Whee!
I need to clean off the table. I need to eat breakfast. I need to take my meds. And there are books waiting to be read. I’ve also been on eBay looking for some good used stereo speakers. I have a stereo receiver and a turntable. Now, I need speakers. If you know of anyone in the area selling theirs, let me know.
There’s always something going on and all I strive for is simplicity and benedictus in the midst of chaos. Of course, chaos theory is benedictus. So, I’m trying to make peace with the great Mandelbrot Set of God. Repetition happens, but samenesss does not. Unless, of course, I have this all wrong or backward.
Today’s Franciscan Nugget: “Day Twenty - The Third Way of Service, cont'd - Tertiaries endeavor to serve others in active work. We try to find expression for each of the three aims of the Order in our lives, and whenever possible actively help others who are engaged in similar work. The chief form of service which we have to offer is to reflect the love of Christ, who, in his beauty and power, is the inspiration and joy of our lives.”
Repetition happens, but samenesss does not.
What if Jesus was the incarnation of God in the way that Mandelbrot sets repeat themselves? What if we all are? What if divine love was repeatable but never the same? And what if this lack of sameness is what makes it possible for us to discover sacred liberty in the midst of the vicisitudes of life?
“Do you think that I count the days? There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.” - Satre. He wasn’t always right, but he wasn’t always wrong.
Today we tidy. We’ll rise at dawn and recline at dusk, turning to bed as the evening unfolds itself like a blanket. Today, we find the floor in our house. We hang up the winter coats. We’ll bake and make merry. There may even be a trip to see some trains with the Child. Life is good when we learn to ride the waves of Chaos and Uncertainty. Control is the Devil’s work.
If you are reading this on Substack, I’m going to try to send you a wee missive every Saturday. It’s just a start. I loved my Twelve Days of Christmas series, so I will look for similar opportunities. But in the mean, I will write on Saturdays and once a week. I want to stay in touch with y’all.
So, what does your weekend hold?
'Life is good when we learn to ride the waves of chaos and uncertain. Control is the devil's work'. Interesting words to ponder!
"Control is the Devil’s work." there's a sermon there. And a good one at that.