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    While thinking about the transcendent and other Campbell related thoughts,  this musing occurred.

    Apologies if the tone of this presents as being too much inside my own musing. Grin. It was a flow of consciousness and those can wreak their own mischief at times! Sigh. And one more disclaimer…

    Disclaimer: first this is just an opinion, just a musing in the moment. Or perhaps a Percival moment (ha ha) testing those boundaries. But when delving into Joseph Campbell the call to explore and stretch the mind seems part of the territory. I have high respect for those in their fields. Yet sometimes it is interesting looking from a different perspective and to see what might arise.
    And keeping in mind ideas can be subject to change including my own.

    “Science and the Horizon”

              Mason Trent

    I fear that one day, I’m going to open a text or read a paper by a student, which is worded thus: Jane Goodall is a scientist, who studies/studied Chimpanzees. Jane Goodall found many facts about Chimpanzees. Jane Goodall taught those facts to us. —-end.

    Well it would be cute and tolerable if written by a kindergartener or elementary student, but unfortunately this kind of synopsis is gaining ground with older students as well as adults.

    Maybe a love of brevity from the iPhone generation makes this “bite sized bit,” appealing.

    But to me, it does a disservice to those wonderful scientists and explorers, such as Jane Goodall. It’s only my opinion, but to me this belittles her. Of course Jane would think it very cute if coming from a very young person and what is refreshing about Jane is her humility. But to cage someone’s whole life and studies into merely being a person “who found facts and taught facts,” denies the full experience of why so many of us were and are inspired by the Jane Goodall’s of the world.

    Facts, though very relevant are only a small sliver of the story.

    Seem to remember something in English when writing essays there sometimes is a need to describe or show what, how, why, explain…not that it has to be elaborate or run-on or even long. So to me words, which remind me of Jane Goodall are : exploration, journey, discovery, compassion, endurance, spirit, sharing, helping, sharing awareness…story, broadening horizon, understanding and yes kindness, passion and humility. At this point “facts,” become cold and “distant,” like something locked away in a lab under lock and key and that does not sound like Jane at all.

    I’m beginning to prefer the word discovery more than facts, because it is an energetic and open word unbounded by doctrine. Not that there aren’t certain treasured scientific principles…but at least principles feel like “building blocks,” to greater knowing and discovery. Whereas “facts” by themselves too often conjure the image of regurgitating a litany of information or also can almost obtain a religious status of being unquestionable just by process of those facts being hard won by rigorous tests and studies.

    In 500 years or more can we be certain even the most treasured facts might not be flipped on the head by new generations of scientists? Even within 30 to 50 years, science has refuted accepted text book science facts as more discoveries are made, which is why to me the word Discovery is so very Vital to Science.

    Discovery, connotes evolution and growth, whereas facts alone, though interesting and most definitely building blocks can sometimes assume an energy of stagnation or end-of-the-line. Not forgetting once upon a time it used to be a fact, thanks to Ptolemy and religious philosophy, that the “sun went around the earth.”

    The question is whether one wishes to see the studies of Jane Goodall and others be examples of the Great “Periods,” which will settle every question,  thanks to brilliant minds?

    Or whether one will treasure Jane’s explorations and discoveries as opening new, boundless horizons of wonder? Or inspiration?

    I kind of prefer the latter, poetically speaking…and because of what I felt having a scientist in my family (yes I’m prejudiced on that 🙂

    My Mother shared her knowledge with others as well as her passion and joy of astronomy.

    Again the perception of words makes all the difference. Someone sharing knowledge adds humanity to studies, which otherwise could become very dry and rote.

    So I love the idea of Jane too, sharing her knowledge and her discoveries.

    What is so beautiful about Jane Goodall is that she was literally within the field of her studies, interacting with these simians. That’s also what my Mother loved the best about astronomy…observation…that was her favorite part and no wonder. Seeing a nebula revealed in all its splendor through the lens of a telescope opens horizons and inspires something deeper than the mind itself.

    But to whittle Jane’s whole life dedication down into finding and determining facts and then telling us about those facts? That to me evokes the image of Jane merely being a “Lecturer,” not that lectures aren’t a big part of science. My Mother did lecture circuits too. But THAT is not ALL she or Jane did in service or in inspiration of their studies. It feels rather limiting.

    And I find it sad, that these kind of “bite sized references,” in relation to science are becoming so popular. They are easy to grab and say.

    But even though science is a huge receptacle for facts and information. It’s also so much more than that alone as are those intrepid and passionate explorers like Jane Goodall and others.

    At least that’s what I felt growing up, reading articles about these wonderful individuals. I knew they had knowledge and had studied hard, but it was their passion and love, which inspired me, not just “how much they knew.”

    To Jane’s credit…I never felt she put herself on a scientific pedestal and I love that about her!

    I would hate to think of science just being a wise, “fact collecting factory,” which stores all its information and new found ore in the equivalent of a sacred dusty tome or bank under digital lock and lab key. And waits for the right time to reveal.

    One can only hope the humility of a Jane Goodall or Albert Einstein can still reside in the hearts of the next generations of explorers.

    What is wisdom or knowledge without heart? It seems there has to be a balance there. If knowledge and wisdom becomes so “heady,” and disconnected from the human side…ie sealing itself away and only coming out to inform the various human populations…It makes me wonder.

    I’m still in love with the Jane Goodall’s and Jacque Costeaus…bringing the horizons right into our living rooms!

    To me science was always about the Horizon! That’s what I love about science!

    Science didn’t always try to “settle the dust on the road.” I had the impression scientific explorers sometimes would study the dust, find out which way the wind blew because they were fascinated.

    And who knows if the wind blows just right, what discoveries might be made? A new archaeological site? Perhaps even a new dinosaur?  Or an older hominid than previously thought to have existed? THIS is the Wonder of science! Journey, Discovery, evolution, growth, challenge, the unexpected!

    If hours of effort are used to tamp down every windstorm that arises, what wonderful discoveries might be missed or lost forever to the sands and silts of time?

    Some great scientific revelations have come about by happy accident as well as study and work ethic. Alexander Fleming? Penicillin? A beautiful happy accident from a “lab mistake.” And that echoed around the world in the next generations!

    Science to me is not just one thing…or something caged down to the hard won accumulation of facts. Science is multifaceted or how else would it have grown carrying us this far? I would like to think that science is something which keeps growing and is not afraid to occasionally wander and be open to the new and unexpected. (Science, which does not have time to fancy itself, because there are too many fascinating aspects of our planet, our world and the universe to study…perhaps even something life saving.)

    The medieval churches of old learned the hard way that keeping information and philosophy in small tight boxes did not work and a lot of pain, grief and sorrow resulted. Yet the Horizon still came and blew those boxes wide open.

    And we did not lose Spirit and Inspiration but became more inspired and in wonder and awe.

    Yet I hope and pray that the “sound bite science,”  (the study and accumulation of facts) never boxes science to such a degree, the lessons of old are forgotten or those scientific explorers who fought to reveal the Horizon to us once again at risk to their own lives.

    So if someone asks me if Science = Facts? My answer will be different.

    Science equals the Horizon, because the Horizon encompasses everything!Including discoveries undreamt or not yet imagined!

    As Einstein said, “Imagination encompasses the whole world.”

    The real heart of Science has always been     The Horizon,

    Not The Altar.

    Our favorite explorers like Jane Goodall, took us on journeys with them with words and imagery. We felt this way too when the astronauts went to the Moon.

    Yet again New Horizons, which made us feel an even stronger connection to our blue jeweled planet and each other! And that broadened views. It did not narrow them.

    Our explorers shared their journeys with us, they never demanded allegiance.

    They cared and were way too humble to tout how important they were and THAT made and still makes us love them more. Because they never had to say it to us.

    We just knew.

    And once again our love of them encompassed so much more than a rote description of very wise people, who have researched a lot of facts.

    Our heroines, heroes, people in all fields were worth much more than that!

    And I do understand that duress and grief and fear has put the Horizon at a distance, something to be viewed only when the time is ideal and everything lines up just right.

    But as History as shown over and over the Horizon does not keep to the schedule of man or institution!

    The line John Lennon borrowed is very apt: “life happens while you’re busy making other plans.” Good to remember.

    But if we are so scared to open our eyes, because it’s still raining, we might never see the rainbow…or find the unexpected key, that could just be the missing piece we never knew was needed! If Penicillin happened by accident and willing observation of that accident! What other boons and wonders are waiting to be noticed by intrepid explorers? Science will continue to be tested by years and centuries and who knows what time will change or reveal? It’s exciting!

    Bring on the Horizon!

    #73088

    A poignant and potent reflection, Sunbug. Thank you for sharing some of your mother’s story with us.

    Jane Goodall entered my consciousness sometime around 1965. Scientists, to this eight year old, wore white lab coats and were male.  Miss (not Dr., back then) Jane Goodall was no scientist – at least, not in that mold; she was something more, something magical – for me, the embodiment of wonder.

    Facts have their place, but are only part of the picture. Science without imagination, without soul, is data.

    We owe much to your mother and Jane Goodall and a growing number of other impassioned thinkers and seekers who are doing so much to restore soul to science.

    Thank you for reminding us of that, and drawing our eyes to the horizon.

    #73087

    Stephen,

    Love your tribute to Jane Goodall!

    That encompasses it all right to the heart! Beautifully expressed!
    I especially love “restoring soul to science! That’s it!”

    Yes Jane is magical! She is the embodiment of wonder! I agree!

    I would also like to add and addendum.
    Even though I mentioned Jane’s humility, also know she was a strong woman too who spoke her mind and passion, (because of her compassion for other living beings and humans) but that’s part of the hero/heroine quest. And think it’s only fair that I give a nod to that enduring feisty spirit that is also Jane.

    My other love of Nature came through John Denver even though he was not a naturalist himself but his music was my soundtrack as a very little girl. His enthusiasm for wild places and the need to cherish them carried over.

    And there was a state naturalist on our local PBS Rudy Mancke who did 30 min program after wild America.
    he had a calm and lovely presentation and carried a butterfly net.

    And Bernd Heinrich (ornithologist/naturalist) in Vermont/Maine is another one still finding truth, beauty and adventure studying/living with the natural world.

     

    Just of the few wonderful individuals.

    #73086

    I wanted to briefly include a link to a naturalist who was an inspiration in my childhood, Rudy Mancke. His 30 min show Nature Scene was lovely and immersive walking and exploring different wild areas.

    And want to highlight the 1:00 audio clip of Rudy Mancke reading Walt Whitman’s  “The learned Astronomer,”

    This sums my Mother up perfectly! Understanding that she was on the side of Mancke and Whitman…in her approach to teaching. (Astronomy)

    https://www.southcarolinapublicradio.org/people/rudy-mancke

    #73085

    Thank you dear sunbug for sharing the link and for sharing your knowledge of PBS series on Nature. I love those programs too. Loved Rudy Mancke’s  wild America. PBS Vermont offers a program on Nature every Thursday.

    “And Bernd Heinrich (ornithologist/naturalist) in Vermont/Maine is another one still finding truth, beauty and adventure studying/living with the natural world.” My love of nature is recent but the experience has touched me most deeply. One of the loveliest days in my life was when a large white owl crossed my path, while hiking. And the same week, a golden eagle right over head — that beauty which they say generally is not seen on Mont Royal.

    Would love to hear more from you on the subject.

    Shaheda

    #73084

    Shaahayda Rizvi,

    Just now saw your post! What beautiful experiences you have had! The owl and golden eagle. Wow! I’ve never seen a golden eagle in person…how wonderful! And this certainly touches on those transcendent experiences!
    We put a conservation easement on our place back in the ‘80s…to protect the wildlife flora and fauna with the exception of cutting trees that fall across our right of way.
    Years ago we had hawk counts held here…no goldens alas…but a local ornithologist introduced us to the hawks flying over (we already knew about our resident red tail hawks—love them—saw them teaching an overgrown juvenile to fly it crashed a couple of times but adorable.)

    Sharp shins, broad wings, Cooper’s hawks, and peregrine falcons have all crossed. It’s sort of a mountainous area so have good view.

    Deer are always a beautiful surprise.
    As for owls we used to have Cinnamon Screech owls. Adorable they make the warble trill call at night.
    Probably horns or barred owls in forest.

    And I love hearing the lone Ravens distinguished by more guttural calls than the noisy crows.

    in the fall coyotes sing that have moved into the area.

    an occasional bears pass through but I keep respectful distance.

    The peace of nature is very healing and beautiful and I thank the universe for the gift of being in it and experiencing it. It’s a treasure…the sound of wind in the trees rustling in leaves. The rain, the sun, the stars at night.

    My Mother not only taught astronomy but also earth science and when I was real little, she would explain the difference between pinnate and palmate leaves…between maple leaves and oak leaves…rounded lobes white oak (or pin) or jagged lobes scarlet or black oak. And she showed me using crowns and tracing paper how to do leaf rubbings. Miss her.

    #73083

    My Mother not only taught astronomy but also earth science and when I was real little, she would explain the difference between pinnate and palmate leaves…between maple leaves and oak leaves…rounded lobes white oak (or pin) or jagged lobes scarlet or black oak. And she showed me using crowns and tracing paper how to do leaf rubbings. Miss her.”

    Sunbug, how blessed you are, a mother like yours, one who cared for the earth, taught astronomy and earth science, cared for you, showed you how to do leaf rubbings,  and maybe lots more!!  Such a Mother is a gift from the universe.  I can’t imagine how very much she is missed, and to know that she is near you too, as you take care of  the earth,          ” and thank the universe for the gift of being in it and experiencing it.”  You Sunbug,  have a piece of heaven on earth  — listening to the wind rustling in the trees, watching the stars at night, gazing at the full moon, the sound of the owl’s hoot, hawks, falcons and ravens, deer and bear. You are in a Shaman’s heaven, and perhaps a Shaman. I can imagine your dream world, rich with messages from your wild and heavenly neighbors.  And  a mountainous area too. Very late in life, which means just about now, I have come to appreciate and love all that you live and breathe and write about so beautifully and elegantly.

    I live in a city of more than 3 million, and that is downtown Montreal, but fortunately the city has preserved and maintained its mountains, hills and valleys for nature lovers. So, I hike up Mont Royal, and on lucky days I meet my friends, many ducks, mallards, once in a while the white owl — hundreds of racoons at night, not my fav! They say  you can spot a few foxes if you stroll through the forest after dark, but I have not done so, thus far. Ravens are a plenty, and I have made friends with some. They specially enjoyed potato chips but someone in my “FB crow and raven” group wrote that potatot chips  are harmful to the ravens, because of the salt content. So, I stick to just unshelled peanuts. Thing is the squirrels don’t care for the chips, the sea gulls don’t either so that seemed like a good diet for them.

    Oh what a beautiful life sunbug!  In one thread, Stephen mentioned the book, “The Spell of the Sensuous” By  David Abram. I bought it, and read a few pages every day. David’s words have made me more mindful of the forest trees, to the whisper of the wind, to the snails on my path. Here is an excerpt from the chapter “The Inner Landscape”:—-

    Of course, it is not only when speaking of other animals that one must be mindful, but also when alluding to the forest trees, to the rivers, even to the winds and the weather. Nelson, stung by the winter cold, reminds himself of the Koyukon elders’ advice “about accepting the weather as it comes and avoiding remarks that might offend it. This is especially true of cold, which has great power and is easily provoked to numbing fits of temper.”35 All things can hear and understand our speaking, for all things are capable of speech. Even the crackling sounds made by the new ice on the lakes are a kind of earthly utterance, laden with meaning:

    In falltime you’ll hear the lakes make loud, cracking noises after they freeze. It means they’re asking for snow to cover them up, to protect them from the cold….”

    Abram, David. The Spell of the Sensuous (p. 152 – 153).

    And you are already living in the sacred space, in peace with your environment, writing beautiful prose and poetry.  By the way, are you also an astronomer, an earth scientist, a zoologist, a botanist or some other environmental specialist?

    Shaahayda

    #73082

    Hello Sunbug

    I just scrolled up and read your beautiful, poignant and thought provoking post on “Science and Horizon”. So, I have the answer to the question I asked above, that is, “You are a dancer, and honor scientists around the world, Jane Goodall, your mother, and many others, including the great Albert Einstein.

    You wrote, “To Jane’s credit…I never felt she put herself on a scientific pedestal and I love that about her!  I would hate to think of science just being a wise, “fact collecting factory,” which stores all its information and new found ore in the equivalent of a sacred dusty tome or bank under digital lock and lab key. And waits for the right time to reveal.”  I hope so too Sunbug, and the data collection on topics that were found to be just amusing are actually being done in earnest, so as to understand that which science had shunned so long ago.

    So I was sharing the data collection and  factory part with Stephen on another thread. There are so many branches of science. Medicine, they say is not an exact science, it’s a trial and error, not so much the microbiology and virology part, but the getting to the root cause of illness, and the pharmacological element because ‘one size does not fit all’ whereas, a scientific experiment has to demonstrate the universality of the findings.

    That said, in Medicine, there is  immense interest in ‘life after death’ and is no longer that spooky world of ghosts and goblins. But to remove the stigma of spookiness, data has to be collected, sampled and verified. Your life was around an astronomer-mom, so you must know much more than what I am going to present here, nevertheless here I am.

    From another post:

    (Science presents us with a picture of a much more mechanical universe in which there is no absolute morality and man has no purpose and no personal responsibility except to his culture and his biology, wrote, Peter Brooke Fenwick a Neuropsychiatrist and Neurophysiologist who is also known for his studies of epilepsy and end-of-life phenomena.

    His patients came to him with cases of  NDE…. “How should I believe them when just a few years ago, my peers and I had put aside Dr. Raymond Moody’s ‘Life after Life’,  as mere fiction?”

    It’s a very difficult concept to believe in,  you either have it or not, or you meet someone whose stories, although beyond-belief, draw you in. So faced by enough NDE cases, he filed for a grant to research core experiences of people with NDE .  What he wanted to do was collect data, because faith is no longer sufficient in this day and age. Data on what causes NDEs.  “We no longer live in an age when faith is sufficient; we demand data, and we are driven by data. And it is data that apparently throws some light on our current concepts of Heaven and Hell – that the near-death experience seems to offer.”  (The Truth  in the Light) Grant awarded, his research took a serious turn.  He observed that NDE is caused by many types of serious illnesses, but what was common in those experiences was the brain-factor — the brain had stopped functioning, so he chose heart patients, who are kept alive while their brains are on a semi break.

    The data collection began in an atmosphere of doubt. The Doctors termed it  ‘mere hallucinations ’ because of drugs, but the nurses said, “NO, we believe the stories, there are so many now.”  Power in numbers is what propelled this project. The outcome of his research, among other things is a book, “The Art of Dying”.  His book looks at how other cultures have dealt with death and the dying process (The Tibetan “death system”, Swedenborg, etc.) and compares this with phenomena reported through his own recent scientific research. It explores the experiences of health care workers who are involved with EOL-care  and who feel that they need a better understanding of the dying process.

    A Nurse/Director of a Health Care Center in Canada, BC is reported to have said, “No one dies alone in my hospital.”  Why, she was asked. Her response: On her first meeting with her hospice patients, she asks, “Who do you think will come to collect you?”  “Just dwell on that. Sooner or later they give a name, say, “Meghan” or “Mary” or Fatima”.  Then each morning she (the Nurse) asks them, “Did Meghan or Mary or Fatima visit you?” And if the answer is “No”, she says to keep on waiting. And one day, the answer is “Yes”, so she then says, “Next time Mary or Meghan come for you, go!” So, it’s generally a matter of a day or two when the patient passes peacefully.)

    Before the pandemic, I planned to hike the Komanu-Kodo trails in Japan,  and that was put to rest after the COVID restrictions. One Indian-American and part Japanese writer that I enjoy reading is Pico Iyer. Pico writes:

    In the wake of the tsunami in 2011, there was a rush on exorcisms as “hungry ghosts”—those abruptly taken from the earth without time to prepare for another world—were said to cluster around northern Japan, often speaking through the living, and unprepared priests were obliged to expel demons.”

    My old friend Bill Powers, from MIT’s Media Lab, was conducting a seminar near Kyoto in 2017 when the conversation turned to artificial intelligence. One of the high-level Japanese executives present—from a celebrated international communications company—said that the great blessing of artificial intelligence would be that it might allow us to converse more easily with the dead. “I’d never thought of it like that,” Bill said to me next day. “Which of us would? That cutting-edge technology might be not so much about surging into the future as more freely accessing the wise ghosts of the past?” Iyer, Pico. A Beginner’s Guide to Japan (p. 142). Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

    Joe Campbell said something very similar,  many many years ago, (though I do not recall where) that is, science and religion will come closer instead of moving apart?

    Loved your prolific post to Craig Deninger

    Shaahayda

     

    #73081

    Shaahayda (beautiful name by the way)

    I am humbled by your response to my experience and love of nature. And yes I miss my Mother very deeply but feel her near. In fact your response to me is synchronous in ways, I cannot explain except to just Ahhh…the timing could not be more perfect! Very beautiful!

     

    And I give a nod to my Dad as well who also loved nature…walking his own path, when he wasn’t teaching high school math or restoring old VWs. Certified VW mechanic never fully retired. He taught me how to build a wood fire in the stove and there is something beautifully symbolic in that…power outages don’t scare me when the temperament of nature does what it does. Yet I have huge respect for Nature and do not take its wildness for granted. Windstorm will humble a person quickly.
    Yes, I am a dancer/poet and occasional musician—that came later,  teaching myself to play guitar and now I love mandolin. Also love playing Native American flute but I imagine the flute picks the person as there are some wooden flutes I cannot play at all! At least found some that are in-tune with me:-)

    There is so much you covered here all worth thought!!

    Since you mention data collection, you seem to have some background in that knowledge unless I’m mistaken:-)

    I absolutely love your reference to the “one size fits all approach” doesn’t necessarily work—seems like that’s a common theme going around a lot of JCF threads…and it touches base with my musing as well!!

    The study of NDE is fascinating because both I, my Mother and other friends have had experiences (well one might more categorically put them in terms of  “spirit visitation or sensing something more.”)

    One of our friends who has experienced such things is a retired RN. She has some fascinating stories including one of her young patients “visiting her” after he passed but she did not know he had passed until later.
    The NDE research is fascinating and it makes sense, that something more “concrete” like data is better suited to make the message accessible to those who work within “data collecting fields of study.”
    It is understandable, because in order for the possibility to be wondered upon, there not only has to be communication,  but the communication needs to come in a language which is understood…in this case “data.”

    My Mother was a hard one to “pin down.” She was a free spirit who had wonderful experiences. And she shared her knowledge with other people.
    My Mother  was interesting: she had respect for people both with degrees like her and also people without degrees, but who had proven themselves with hands-on experience within their fields and hard work. She was very kind, non-judgmental and yes had an abiding love of the planet.
    As for data: I can give a few examples.:-)  My Mother worked the computer punch cards at Lockheed back in the day! I wish she could have seen “Hidden Figures,” that reminded me of her! And she met my Dad there, when he was climbing inside the wings of the airplanes (757s?) his job.
    As for astronomy data, when she was teaching at Fernbank she loved working on tracking Cepheid Variables—the position of certain stars or objects between one time period and another.

    (I may be off in my description or definition so my apologies-may have to recheck that.)

    At least I still remember the difference between a reflector and refractor telescope! Heh heh.

    My Mother did keep up with the astronomy magazines but the impression I had more and more also emphasized by our Astrophotographer friend who worked with Mother…

    …Is that Mother’s greatest love in Astronomy (she also loved art) but her greatest love in astronomy was observational astronomy.
    She still knew the data and taught the history/science/physics of astronomy.

    Magnitude of stars and Messier objects are always fun!
    Somewhere else I mentioned that she used cartoons of Galileo and others to teach her courses. Young people and adults alike loved that!
    But at some point, that Joe Campbell moment of just being in awe and transparent to transcendence overtook her. Though I suspect it was always there! She was a passionate and compassionate person.
    To be able to share that experience of seeing the heavens (very much as you described so poetically in reference to what I wrote) that was IT for her…to see others have their minds blown in wonder

    And yes she was asked plenty of questions wherever she went. And she was glad to answer them.
    I have great memories of seeing solar eclipses (carefully with the right tools) and lunar eclipses and Halley’s Comet among a few others. After Mother passed I projected a partial solar eclipse on a sidewalk in Brooklyn  (well projecting on white cardboard)

    It was thrilling to do that! Several people stopped and looked. That was before CV. And my local is more “mount Carolinas” :-p

    Whenever I remember the constellations, I feel close to her. Or can find the Summer Triangle or see the moons of Saturn through my small telescope it feels wonderful. Even if I don’t remember everything what I do remember is a treasure!

    My Mother was a feisty spirit but a peaceful soul. She did enjoy looking at things from a different perspective and sometimes even “questioned the answers,” (never for a religious reason) but that was just her and I would have it no other way for all the path of beauty within my life! I know I was blessed and don’t take it for granted!!

    Speaking of paths of Beauty since that is the Navajo or Dineh way…it sounds like you have had and even more so now are having a beautiful journey!
    Ah, Canada…one place I missed in my travels though Mother told me about it but I think she went to Quebec? 🙂

    I’ll have to ask my ornithologist friend in Vermont if he’s ever seen a golden eagle head down his way!
    I loved the book you quoted but I need to recheck your first post as you did mine! Sounds like something right up my alley!
    And your friend Pico! That is eerie! Fascinating!
    Getting back to the NDE science I had heard of another science called “Noetic Science,” which supposedly through data was trying to prove the existence of the soul…all I remember was that somehow they could measure the weight of the body after death (yes I know there are other messy physical data specific factors that also change the weight) but even with those factors they claimed there was still a significant difference. “Curious” as Spock might say.

    But coming back to the poetry…

    there are times I just want to be in the moment with no definition of it except the experience (as Campbell says) and something deeper.
    And if imagination wanders into my thoughts that’s ok…I’m sure Einstein would approve!
    Yes you guessed right…I’m a tree hugger and don’t mind talking to the trees! Or wind! As well as the deer and other denizens.
    It’s funny how one can love the sun (and the moon) then be mesmerized by the rain…which is also needed. And very healing…aren’t there studies about the negative ions from waterfalls being beneficial?
    Aha! David Abram the Spell of the Sensuous! Yes that’s it! Now I have the name. Poetically right up my path!

    Thank you Shaahayda in more ways than one. 🙏

    and I’ll imagine a *medicine wheel* emoji as well!

    Peace.

    #73080

    Ok just want to share one other thing in relation to my Mother. She had a small observatory (non-profit) friends, school groups and other astronomers came.

    Now I have to ask if you know the astronomer Michael Spicer? He lives in Canada (don’t remember where) but he and a Florida astronomer visited Mother.

    But what I wanted to share: when I was doing theater…Mother invited one of the play directors and her son (in 20s) up to see the sights through the telescope. The significance of this is her son had Leukemia.
    Even at 13 I knew the seriousness of what was up…

    But he thanked my Mother for showing him the stars and told her pointing at the stars that “one day that will be me up there,” the next time she looked through the telescope.

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