Hello to you this Friday evening. I hope you’ve had a good day from whatever point in your timeline you are at when you visit here. I know it’s weird for me to talk like that to you but that’s how I think of this blog. It’s a connection point between multiple dimensions. Mainly mine and yours. I think of each of us as walking, talking….living and breathing dimensions all overlapping each other.
The example I always use to illustrate this concept is thinking of when Kyle goes to work and I am here. Unless I tell him what happened here while he was gone, he has no way of knowing what actually happened. Unless he tells me what happens at his work, I have no way of knowing that either. Even when we are both here at home, even sitting in the same room, we are still recording unique perceptions of reality into our memory. We are worlds within worlds!
Todays drawings weren’t spectacular but lead me to a particular passage from the Bible I’ve always thought was beautiful; the one about having faith as small as a mustard seed.
Matthew 17:20New International Version (NIV)
20 He replied, “Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”
There are certain passages from the Bible, that even if I no longer participate in organized religion, have always resonated with me. This particular passage is just such a one. Revisiting passages like these gives me strength during times when I need it the most. For me, that is what the Bible or any sacred text ought to be used for. A resource to help, not a weapon to harm.
I hope that through all these billions of lines of wires, cables, electrical signals, dirt, ocean and sky….through all that is between my dimension and yours that this post helps make the moment you are in just a little better.
*I found this video to share, thought it might be interesting to you. I didn’t know that Canada was the largest grower of mustard seed!
From a Tiny Mustard Seed
Published on Jan 29, 2015
Ever wondered where mustard comes from? Follow the production of mustard from seeding to harvesting.
Learn more about mustard at http://www.saskmustard.com.
*I found myself craving rhyme tonight and wanting more of the coolness of fall we got a brief taste of the other day. It was 93 degrees here today! Anyhew, I looked at several poems before finding this one. I chose it because it spoke to me for some reason. If you go to the actual site, you can hear each of the poems read out loud either by a person or computer person.
Autumn Friends – Poem by Sandra Fowler
If one could bridge the distance with a word,
A journey would become a pilgrimage.
Elegant letters slant across the page.
My leaf has found a home upon your coat.
My kind critic, I think it is our fate
To meet in stanzas of my poetry.
Simile and metaphor must be our bond
Until autumn blows one of us away.
Our rare rapport is irreplaceable.
Old moods glimmer on sills like fallen stars.
My little leaf says thank you every day.
It comforts me to know it traveled safe.
‘With my compliments to Mukund Dave for
all his eloquent reviews’