Nine years ago today, I kissed Death. Death let me go. Ectopic Pregnancy Loss and Musings on Mythology John and I were expecting our second child to be born on September 11, 2002. Since my first pregnancy had been normal, I was not scheduled to go to my first appointment until I was more than 8 weeks along. The Sunday before the appointment, something went very wrong. On February 3rd, 2002, I lost the baby, and nearly lost my life….
Can anyone tell me what is really going on with all these mass deaths of fish and birds and so on? It’s being mapped on Google Maps, with links to news reports. View Mass Animal Deaths in a larger map (Thanks to Phillip for the link) I haven’t seen a single theory that makes any sense at all.
I just don’t like claims about Truth (big T) because they seem so often to be oppressive and inaccurate and arrogant – and they try to encompass too much while they’re carving things up. Truths (small t) are more humble and gracious and approachable, as I think humans ought to be toward what can only be pointed to and not possessed. Maybe the problem is more than just that we seem to want Truth to be about facticity and controls…
I had a vivid dream this morning about death and destruction, perhaps as some weird dream way to continue processing the thoughts from yesterday. I was also affected by the many images of destruction from the storms and tornadoes in Atlanta yesterday. In the dream, I was in some sort of high-rise building with three or four other people that I didn’t recognize. We had gathered to play 45s on an old record player – the kind that opened up…
We all die. I don’t know whether or not there is an afterlife, and neither does anyone else. People have a range of beliefs. Some people believe in a heaven of fluffy clouds. Some people believe in a hell of unending torture. Some people believe in a gray space of limbo. Some believe that one’s place in the afterlife can be purchased with money or obedience or membership or works or sacrifice or mantras. Some believe that your spirit rejoins…
Chuang Tzu (Master Chuang) was a witty and profound writer – and a bit of a curmudgeon sometimes. I love his parables, and his humor, and his mystical – yet very pragmatic – approach to attunement and freedom from conventional obsessions. He lived in China sometime around the 4th century B.C.E. He’s my favorite. You may run across different spellings of his name. This is how I saw it when I first started reading, but you will also see Zhuangzi,…