tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17047716.post1568713587958017755..comments2023-11-03T03:22:05.542-07:00Comments on Costume Jewelry: Books in the darkUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17047716.post-9928260279669788272016-01-11T03:21:58.189-08:002016-01-11T03:21:58.189-08:00I'll have to find it!I'll have to find it!Mistress La Spliffehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05809336191903934481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17047716.post-3748214698894157472016-01-02T13:31:45.757-08:002016-01-02T13:31:45.757-08:00I've tried hard at it - getting religion. But ...I've tried hard at it - getting religion. But a childhood spent in the Wee Free Church of Scotland wasn't the best start.<br />My first degree was Eng Lit and Religious Studies... I was so stupid - I thought University was the source of all wisdom and a degree the first step on the path... <br />I was drawn to incense and mystery. Still (fruitlessly, pointlessly) am. <br />And anyway, the Presbyterian upbringing made sure I ended up in the law (you've got to do something a) that brings you no pleasure and b) that ensures you'll work in misery for the rest of your life).<br /><br />It's the numinous you're after. Read Rudolph Otto.<br /><br />In fact, don't. Read a wiki page on his ideas. <br /><br />But do read M Robinson's 'Gilead'. There's more God in her narrator than in any holy book I've ever had to study.<br /><br />Bhliain nua sásta.<br /><br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17047716.post-8390998563884715002015-12-29T03:45:07.396-08:002015-12-29T03:45:07.396-08:00Aw, thanks!
I have a feeling I'm getting some...Aw, thanks!<br /><br />I have a feeling I'm getting some sort of religion - it hasn't been escaping my notice that the conclusions life has been forcing me into look a lot like Buddhism. I know it has all the same ripoffs inherent in it that all organized religions do - but heaven knows the church perfectly epitomizing ripoffitude hasn't stopped me from being profoundly Catholic, in some way, all my life. It may be time for a deep dive. Mistress La Spliffehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05809336191903934481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17047716.post-21841972503803356332015-12-26T14:07:25.604-08:002015-12-26T14:07:25.604-08:00Ah God. This is the most truth I've ever read ...Ah God. This is the most truth I've ever read and you made me cry. Which was good because I needed to cry anyway - it's this time of year (it always does it, though Hogmanay is worse because I'll be pissed).<br />You get 'it' too. I feel a bit less lonely.<br />It's so sore. That bit about parenting being about equipping them not to need us (and that fucking hurts - it hurts so much - especially when they are so clearly OVER you - in a 'you were once essential to my every living breath but now are not' kind of over you - and having read that I know that that would be deeply deeply unhealthy and I wouldn't want them to need me/us that badly anyway though it would be less rejecting to feel so fucking obsolete).<br />And the fact we try to control everything.<br />It's the worst most risible trait.<br />I caused myself a shed load of pain during my first birth just because I fought every single minute of it. You only 'win' at birth when you accept the labour - stop fighting - let it take you where it's going. <br />I cause myself a shed load of pain when I ever think I can control anything. Just do and be. Try to do no evil. Try not to hurt folk. But it's easier all round when you just stop thinking you can control any of it. Control is over-thinking and it's ultimately messing it all up.<br />Your last paragraph - I'm printing that out and carrying it with me. <br />It made me feel hope.<br />Anyway. Malambo. What a profound truth is that. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com