Hello to you – it’s Sunday morning and we just had a nice bit of rain, lightning and thunder pass through….yay! Clean canvas!
Link woke me up again this morning with his scratching and I yelled out loud, “God damn it!!!” really loud and went to the spare bedroom to try to go back to sleep. When I got up this morning, I got to clean up Link’s “panic poop” he did trying to find me after I left the bedroom. I deserved that! It’s not Link’s fault he’s got bug bites that wake him up in the night! Not God’s fault either!
ANYWAYS! I ended up dreaming about my mother-in-law Beth and her son Cole coming home to yet another house I didn’t recognize (this happens a lot when I dream about Beth and Cole) while Kyle and I were there. Kyle and I were upstairs and I could see her and Cole walk in the door, it was light out. She had bought candles. One I remember had a Halloween theme to it and I said, “How did you know I needed to buy another candle?” (in real life I do lol!). There had been a child there with us before the came in, he had dark hair, that slipped out before they came home like a ghost. I can’t remember his face and something about dirty dishes in the dishwasher.
Did some drawings yesterday and one of them seems to coincide with the Doomsday vault getting flooded in Svalbard Norway. I drew the picture and then when I got on my computer, saw the headline. A lot of what I’ve been experiencing, thinking about and drawing is coinciding with what we saw again in Dr. Strange as we started watching it last night. Just going with it. I hope my sharing this with you can provide an insight into your own spiritual journey. Every day is a chance to begin it, that is if you haven’t already!
Norway to boost Doomsday vault after entrance tunnel was breached
Credit: Ralph Lee Hopkins /National Geographic
By David Millward
20 May 2017 • 11:02pm
Defenses at Norway’s “Doomsday vault” where thousands of varieties of crop seeds are stored in case of natural disaster are to be reinforced.
The move follows water gushing into the tunnel entrance after the permafrost melted last year.
Although no seeds were damaged there is concern that the vault, which is buried deep inside a mountain near the Norwegian island of Spitsbergen, could be vulnerable.
In watching Dr. Strange again, I’ve noticed a couple of things that I also felt after the first time we saw it — the special effects overshadow the movie. The scenes with special effects are just too long and I would have liked to have seen more story and dialogue. I feel they should have let Ben “be British” because I could tell from watching him that it was awkward not to be – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doctor_Strange. Ben is an amazing British actor – he IS Sherlock Holmes to me like Christopher Reeves will always be my Superman, Chris Hemsworth Thor, Tom Hiddleston Loki, Heath Ledger The Joker and Jonathan Rhys Meyers Alexander Grayson (Dracula) – you get the idea. Sometimes the casting of an actor/actress to a role is like it was made just for them and other times it seems like watching someone wear very uncomfortable clothes and shoes….just doesn’t fit. I can see why they cast him for the part – he looks the part! Could have stepped right out of the comic book renditions of Dr. Strange. It’s important to remember that it’s more than a “look” that brings a character to life.
“I call to remembrance my song in the night.” (Psalm 77:6)
I have read somewhere of a little bird that will never sing the melody his master wishes while his cage is full of light. He learns a snatch of this, a bar of that, but never an entire song of its own until the cage is covered and the morning beams shut out.
A good many people never learn to sing until the darkling shadows fall. the fabled nightingale carols with his breast against a thorn. It was in the night that the song of the angels was heard. It was at midnight that the cry came, “Behold, the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him.”
Indeed it is extremely doubtful if a soul can really know the love of God in its richness and its comforting, satisfying completeness until the skies are black and lowering.
Light comes out of darkness, morning out of the womb of the night.
James Creelman, in one of his letters, describes his trip through the Balkan States in search of Natalie, the exiled queen of Serbia.
“In that memorable journey,” he says, “I learned for the first time that the world’s supply of attar of roses comes from the Balkan Mountains. And the thing that interested me most,” he goes on, “is that the roses must be gathered in the darkest hours. The pickers start out at one o’clock and finish picking them at two.
“At first it seemed to me a relic of superstition; but I investigated the picturesque mystery, and learned that actual scientific tests had proven that fully forty percent of the fragrance of roses disappeared in the light of day.”
And in human life and human culture that is not a playful fanciful conceit; it is a real veritable fact. – Malcom J. McLeod.