Of late, I’ve been under the spell of the Mongolian film-maker Byambasuren Davaa. She has made three movies: The Story of the Weeping Camel, The Cave of the Yellow Dog, and The Two Horses of Genghis Khan (Das Lied von den Zwei Pferden). I’ve only seen the first two of Byambasuren’s movies, the last was not released in the US. Her movies are a fascinating blend of fiction and documentary; the actors, humans and non-human, are themselves, they don’t even play themselves, they live their own lives but there is a movie camera and a story that they act in. Sometimes they think of the camera for a split second, as real people would do Continue reading “Pastoralist Propaganda”
This is Bunny, the newest member of my animal family. He lost his mama somehow so I’ve adopted him. He is awfully cute and fuzzy, but still I wish I didn’t have to adopt him. Continue reading “Sharing Well-being”
What is true and real and what makes it so? Why is it that the only kind of science we know depends on math for its truth-claims and our math is (as far as I know) strictly quantitative? Continue reading “Qualitative”
I learned that Ursula K. Le Guin died a few days ago. When I told my daughter she said: “You’re going to write a blog post about it, aren’t you?” At the time I wasn’t sure that I would, but see, she was right, my wise daughter, struggling, as we all do, through her teenage years. Continue reading “Ursula K. Le Guin: may her name be a blessing”
I’m sitting here trying to figure out what to feel.
About an hour and a half ago, as I was making a pot of tea after doing the morning chores, my cell phone starting blaring the way it does when there is a civil defense message. Usually these are flood warnings but it was a bright and sunny morning in the middle of a drought so I was a bit puzzled.
I picked up my phone and there was the message BALLISTIC MISSILE THREAT INBOUND TO HAWAII. TAKE IMMEDIATE SHELTER. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. Yeah. Nice. Fuck. Continue reading “When Your Day Starts with a #$%*^$% Ballistic Missile Alert”
My daughter brought home her art projects at the end of the semester last year. For her final Illustration class project she had drawn a poster of a great tree spreading its limbs into the upper reaches of the page. Stacked beneath the roots of the tree were a pile of rectangular books. Continue reading “Eve Asherah”
Two writers who I find very interesting are the Druid/animist philosopher Emma Restall Orr and the Carmelite theologian Ilia Delio. I thought I might try to compare and contrast the two but such a weighty endeavor is beyond me at this tail-end of the year… probably for the best as I would most likely just embarrass myself in the attempt.
In feedback from my last post about anthropomorphism I was struck that two commenters pointed out a connection to the kinds of jobs and livelihoods that the current system makes available, and more specifically how these modern jobs are miserable, monotonous, and demeaning Continue reading “Work and Jobs”
This is Napoleon Kaʻiliawa and Albert Scales; these two guys are my heroes. Why are they heroes? Because they worked together to make their community healthier, more resilient, and caring. Continue reading “Just Regular Heroes of Peace”
anthropomorphic: ascribing human form or attributes to a being or thing not human, especially to a deity. – – Dictionary.com
I’m at mass in a Catholic church: a beautiful, modern church filled with flowers, warm wood panelling and richly colored stained glass. Continue reading “Anthropomorphic”