Sunday Thoughts

We walked downtown today for coffee. We started out from home:


Here's our street in the photo to the right; Angus is the small green figure in the distance.

We walked over the pedestrian bridge that crosses the Thames. This is Angus walking over the bridge.
The River Thames.
We went through the Covent Garden Market and bought organic milk at Field Gate.
Had coffee at the Starbucks on Dundas and read a bit of The Globe and Mail which is Canada's equivalent to The New York Times. (That photo's blurry; so here's another of Covent Garden.)

Below I stand, with the fork of the Thames in the background, on the way home. I love my red boots, gloves and hat. You can't see it, but I have a "I love Christmas" pin on my hat that Angus bought me.
As I have been writing, I've been listening to CBC's Tapestry which concerns itself with religious and mystical experience and religious activism (in the best sense of the term, for the alleviation of suffering and spread of joy.)

Last week was a wonderful program. In fact, that reminds me, I was going to log onto the CBC website and get the names of the authors. I would like to read their books.

But this week's program is just unbearable. I must turn it off. A man who was raised to believe in God has come around to disbelieve and is droning on about how illogical it is to think a Divine Being would care what he had for dinner.

He doesn't have the concept or model of God right.

First of all, there is no "Divine Being" i.e. a man in the sky. We are in God. He (the author, not God) ought to study biology. For God being aware of what he had for dinner is the same as the body being aware of every minute reaction within itself. There are six billion infinitesimal reactions in the body every second which affect the entire body. Every cell is affected, in some way, by each reaction in every other part, in every other cell.

God can be likened to the Body. We can be likened to the cells, and "what we had for dinner" can be likened to those minute reactions.

Just as the body compensates, in awareness, so does God pay attention and react.

However we are talking about a different kind of consciousness, a more expanded consciousness concerned more with love than survival.

Survival without love is not the goal.

Expanding, rejoicing, living in love is the goal.

Am I deluded? Perhaps. But who wants to live in a cold world that says the experience of a loving God is a lie and we are alone, floating on a cold orb, abandoned and unloved?

But let him have his ideas, his world, and I shall have mine.

Rumi:

Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing
and right-doing
there is a field.

I'll meet you there.