The Most Wonderful Day of the Year!

Last night my dreams were filled with moon calendars, metaphors for light and darkness, and swirls of things I’ve learned since this time last year.

Much is in transition, including weather and time. I woke this morning, reaching for my favorite bright purple sweatshirt and my ancient, dependable Ugg-like boots, wondering what the 9:35 on my phone meant this day.

Bill loves the fall time change! For him, it means an extra hour of sleep. (This is a concept that may have been a bit more relevant in the days when Sunday morning meant preaching at 8:30 & 11:00 for us!)

Then, there’s Dave, who spent much of his middle school journey discovering Stephen Hawking and trying to convince us that late, like the concept of time, was an imaginary means of control. (Which may be a bit like declining to believe in behind!)

The more I learn about mindfulness and theoretical physics, the more convinced I am that he had a point!

Much of my contemplation about this season of change has been around nature and the patterns of seasonal transformations.

Then there was something I read yesterday about the on-going, and apparently increasingly political, debate about doing away with Daylight Savings Time.

I suspect that there may be just a hint of mis-direction in such a debate at this particular moment in history!

Although, while I would tend to be for a back to nature perspective on this issue, Bill makes the good point that, if the debate is going to include costs, the least expensive thing would be to leave things as they are, avoiding reprogramming huge chunks of the world to adapt.

You, on the other hand, may be wondering why my head is filled with such notions at all, and there are many answers to that.

The most immediate one is my teacher, Shiloh Sophia, and the transition from last year’s 13 moon painting project to this year’s which is happening more or less now, with some variation created by the California wildfires.

You see, Shiloh asked a new question.

What, she asked us to wonder, were the creation stories we learned as children and what were the ones we claim now?

That’s quite the question! And it’s undoubtedly related to the name of our new journey which is Anthropas.

Nope. Not a typo!

Anthropos, as you may know, is the Greek word for man, or, depending on your perspective, humanity.

Anthropas, borrowing a bit from Latin, is a feminized version of the Greek. (If you google it, what you’ll find is Shiloh and this course!)

And, yes, I realize I’m cracking the door open to a huge debate. What I hear in my head, though, is the voice of a Professor of Religious Studies named Judith Plaskow who, in her book  Standing Again At Sinai, advocated putting the women back into the old stories, saying, “This world of women’s experience is part of the Jewish world, part of the fuller Torah we need to recover.”

Just between us, I freaked out when I first read that book. Now I depend on it!

And so my head – and heart – are indeed swirling with the songs from Stephen Schwartz’ Children of Eden and words from God’s Trombones, by James Weldon Johnson, and Paul Tillich’s notion of the ground of all being. Oh, and storyteller that I am, “In the beginning was the Word and the word was with God and the Word was God,” from the gospel according to John. And all this swirling and remembering and choosing is happening, for me, beside a campfire where the oldest stories were passed on… Words and songs floating around in my head, trying to figure out how to become images!

It turns out that a conversation like this can, in fact, be dangerous!

You see, all that believing tends to lead to action!

If, like me, you believe in an intention for good, and the value of the created universe and each of us in it, please VOTE Tuesday! It matters on every level… especially to our kids and grandkids, and may help keep you from being purged from the rolls prior to the 2020 elections, if you happen to live in a state where that’s being actively planned, like Georgia!

For today, prints are ordered for the next market, the sun is shining, it’s blessedly cool out, and I have a hot date for  lunch!

Oh, and if you happen to be near Atlanta, email me for info on my next Intentional Creativity workshop, Seasons of Light and Darkness, which is Sunday, Nov. 10! suesvoice@gmail.com

Does Anybody Really Know?

With apologies to Simon and Garfunkel, does anybody really know what time it is?

We certainly don’t at our house.

The dogs are not amused at the revisions to their fine dining schedule on this time change weekend in the US.

Three hungry Newfoundlands who suspect the ones with thumbs have forgotten them are quite the force of nature!

They remind me of Dave when he was in middle school. My perpetually late son somehow got fascinated with Stephen Hawking and spent a great deal of energy trying to convince me that time was just a theory for controlling people and had nothing to do with reality.

Especially when it had to do with the time school started.

(Don’t tell Dave, but I’m not entirely sure he was wrong!)

I can’t help but wonder what impulse to control the natural world caused us to think adjusting the time twice a year was a good idea. (Or not, if you happen to live in places like Arizona and parts of Indiana!)

Bill, who lives in a random “time zone” of his own, is probably wishing that the mythical extra hour of sleep had really happened. Fortunately, he’s really good at changing the multitude of digital clocks that surround us. (Me, not so much!)

I have noticed, this fall, since I turned my chair to face the big garden window, how much more aware of the shortening of the days I’ve been than in previous years.

And, as a person who grew up mainly in Florida, I’ve long been a fan of bright, golden sun light.

Lately, though, I’ve been learning some new things.

I’ve been learning about light and dark.

My learning began, in a new conscious sort of way, about a year ago as I listened to friends and scholars reflect on the Jungian notion of light and shadow in light of our recent American experience.

We might say that this moment in history is bringing us face to face with our shadow, which always has the potential to teach us things we need to know.

Then, this past August, I embarked on a virtual Black Madonna Pilgrimage.

My painting, Our Lady of Fierce Compassion, is complete. (Stay tuned!)

I’ve learned how to buy paint. I’ve learned about brushes, and glazes, and how to fix canvases for hanging.

I’ve learned to chant in Latin, which makes three languages for me now, when you add that to English and Chinese. Hebrew, too, I suppose, depending on your understanding of “chant”.

Then there’s been dark. And light.

Along with spirituality and physics, which are not nearly as different as I used to imagine.

Which is rather a lot for someone who learned absolutely nothing and got B’s in high school physics, mostly based on the fact that I wore a skirt to school now and then. (That’s a problem for a different day!)

For this moment, I’m reading Stephanie Georgieff”s fine book, The Black Madonna…mysterious soul companion and learning more about dark and light.

Here’s my favorite quote so far:

I find it fascinating that the Black Madonnas combine both darkness and large hands. For me it is as if they are saying, get to work and do something, plant the seeds for the future.

If, in this moment, you’re even pondering some new questions, this time, today, is totally worthwhile.

And, if you’re just trying to figure out when to get up in the morning, some (paraphrased) advice from the brilliant artist and author, SARK… just be where you are, whatever time it is!