I’m AWOL this week attending a Pagan festival/retreat here in Colorado. This was written before I left.
I readily admit that thinking about philosophy gives me a headache. Literally. Attempting to discuss it or read it makes me nauseous on top of the headache. I suspect this physical reaction is embedded in the fear that I’m dumber than I like to think and attempting to sound intelligent during a discussion of philosophy will only prove that a 3rd grader is smarter than me. (Oh the dreams along this line are most humbling…)
Last week I received a link to an opinion blog for the New York Times by Gary Gutting, a professor of philosophy at the University of Notre Dame, titled “Did Zeus Exist?”. My friend and philosophy-teaching-hero, EB, summed up the article thusly:
Whether you live in the Northern Hemisphere or the Southern Hemisphere, it will not be that long until it is the Solstice. The Solstice always brings to mind, for me, the journey of Spirit into Matter and round again. It is also a time to recognize the divine spark that exists within each of us as well as that which exists in the Heavens. This blog post looks towards that upcoming holy day and also takes my previous post’s comments on dialogue with the Divine in a different direction. I will ask that you indulge me in reading a poem that I wrote to capture the gist and the geist of a dream before it faded back to the astral. Read it at least twice or better yet read it out loud. Poems are meant to be spoken and to be heard if they are to be fully experienced.