17 junio 2008

turbulence and attachment

thought one:
everybody should take plane rides so we can all remember how easy it is to die... while repeating over and over and over the Lord´s Prayer and Psalm 23... you have basically NO control of your destiny for the duration of your flight. None. Once that plane gets above a certain hundred feet (or meters, if we´d like to be logical), your options for life narrow pretty much to having the pilot deliver you safely to your destination... that sounds axiomatic, but goodness, it got to me.

when i was younger, (in my days...) i had no fear; turbulence just makes you feel like you´re really going somewhere. then i realize that things go wrong in life and tragedy happens. all the time. why not to me?

looking at death makes you sorry for not having appreciated life more...

thought two:
How long does it take and what conditions are required to really become attached to a person (or place or idea or characteristic)? Where they (excuse the pronoun abuse) become a part of your identity, your worldview?

° accustomedness- when they become a habit, an accepted and enjoyable part of your day
° applicability and interest- how much does it fill your thoughts? how many other things get tied back to it?
° what you sacrifice for it- (willingly!) What you give from free good will... the kindness you show
° vulnerability- in some way, it has to show a need or a weakness or just plain old refuseable LOVE, which is a vulnerability in itself... for instance, God in the Prophets (Ezequiel 16, Jeremiah, Isaiah) or Christ in Bethlehem. Good heavens... attachable vulnerability causes you to think, what can you give in response? you rack your brains, eye your bank account, squint at the future...

thought three:
¨To feel self-sacrifice consciously as self-sacrifice argues a failure in love.¨
-Dorothy Sayers, The Mind of the Maker

Not that i´m sacrificing anything or that it hasn´t been my blessed BIRTHDAY every day i´ve been here, but it´s a truth, regardless of applicability.

¨Identity is in fact attained in inverse relationship to the consciousness of the creature.¨
-Dorothy Sayers, The Mind of the Maker

A sagacious reader might note that these thoughts are hardly fresh. I just don´t know what to write... i´m here, i´m happy, the keyboard is driving me crazy again with its jumbled up symbols, and i can´t upload photos on this computer.

It just that i get here... and i feel like i´ve never left. It´s hard to make that readable. I´ll try. If something comes, i´ll write it, be sure.

Pictures soon!

Prayers appreciated.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Erin said...

I miss you girlie and am glad to know that you are alive and finally in your beloved Peru!!!!

Keep writing and we'll keep praying.

Love you,
La Gringa Loca (aka Erin)

martes, 17 junio, 2008  
Anonymous Erin Jones said...

I don't know how to get ahold of you since you took your wall off Facebook, but I just wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday. I know it will be happy because you are in Peru with all those that you love there! :)

We miss you here.

Love you bunches,
Erin

domingo, 22 junio, 2008  

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