Pushing Through

The change-of-seasons cold season has arrived in full force, and I went home early yesterday with a sore throat and assorted achiness. Stopped at the mall for a new battery for my watch and some meds, came home, took some meds, continued plow through Evolutionary Faith, took a 2+ hour nap, got up, put The Child to bed, took some Nyquil, and then went back to bed.

I'm feeling better now than I did before my nap last night, but far from 100%. I'm quite irritated, since I still have both 3-page papers to write before my weekend class. And I Do Not Want To Get Sick Right Now.

Nyquil always gives me weird dreams. _storyteller_ was present in some vague, amorphous way, always off-screen, I think. The only part I remember vividly was being in a group with my parents on a long walking trek. We came to a place where the rocks next to the water were unstable, and so had to alter course. I had been first, but after pointing out a better route, but one that would not support all of us at one time, I dropped back to let the others go first. While Mom and I were waiting for our turn to cross, she ended up sitting in the water and two large fish (in turn) came up to her and got right her face with open mouths. Upon waking, I was reminded of the Page of Cups from the Robin Wood deck, in which the Page has a small flying fish rising out of a cup to speak with her. These fish were almost as tall as my mom, and very ugly. . . but she was very calm about it. No telling, even in the dream, what she thought about it.

Very strange. . .

Back to School

I just finished my near-final draft of my 3-page paper on Evolutionary Faith.

As often happens when I write a paper, I found my most important insight as I wrote. In this case, it was that O'Murchu concentrates so much on "the big picture," the cosmic element of God, that even though he makes a big point of the central importance of connectedness, he lost all track of how God connects with us in anything but impersonal, fabric-of-the-universe way.

Throughout the book, he keeps reminding us that paradox is inevitable when trying to conceptualize God. But then he himself runs from paradox when he should have gloried in it.

The paper was too short to bring in my observations about how pagan some of his thought is. I had to settle for chiding him for ignorning certain elements of indigenous, Neo-Pagan, and Hindu theology on the subject of the place of destruction in the cycles of life.

( The Paper - suggestions welcome )