The worship thing

I am determined to preserve this space for the active worship of the planet and its creatures we awaken to every morning.

Still thinking on a post that was in my inbox,  I wonder if I should have included the entry about The Grapes of Wrath. It included some  harsh facts of our history  painful to embrace.

The thrust of both the book and my personal account is intended to celebrate the eternal spirit of life and  also those other souls who notice.

(Wyc Orr gives a wonderful account of the reassurance given by FDR's  visit to Gainesville after the great tornado of 1936. He describes FDR as telling the people of the decimated small city that the resources and powers of their government will be immediately mobilzed to come to their aid.  ie that their plight was noticed.)

Our assets are meaningless if we don't recognize what they master.

I fear I leave people bemused with some of my crypitic observations.  One of which I was known for in the psychiatric community was my response to those who fear any stress be placed on their children, lest permanent harm come.  My response? "If they don't have to deal with any  traumas they will grow up silly and without much to be proud of." (Of course that requires many qualifictions such as the severty of trauma etc.)

Gotta run to lunch. Hooray!