The weather is clear and cold, cold enough to dissuade me from my planned early-morning walk. I won’t allow it to keep me away from my task all day, though. Later, after church, I’ll find a suitable trail and commune with the universe around me, engaging in silent conversation with the remains of the stars just now entering our solar system.
Wait, did I just say “after church?” I surely did. Not to worry; it’s not what you might think. It’s just a visit to a UU service, at which a friend will be among several others reciting her poetry.
Last night, over dinner with friends, the conversation turned to religious beliefs and the lack thereof. In spite of my steadfast assumptions that we live in the absence of any sort of supreme being, I can’t dismiss others’ senses that there’s “something out there” that connects us. While I think the “something out there” is not a conscious force, others seem to believe there’s a physical and spiritual manifestation of such a force in us and around us. One of the arguments in favor of such a force, made last evening, is that “people are connected.” My perspective is that the same argument for the existence of such a force could be made by pointing out the connection between a car’s bumper and its engine, i.e., there’s an inherent logical fallacy in making the connection. But I could be wrong.
This morning’s homage to the South Beach Diet will be a breakfast of Poached Eggs Arrabiata. I rather doubt the dish will be sufficiently Italian, nor sufficiently reminiscent of the Penne Arrabiata I love so much that I will be fooled into thinking that’s what it is. But today’s dish will be an interesting one to make and, I hope, an enjoyable one to eat. Buen provecho, amigos!
And so, the depth of my beliefs is revealed in my attraction to food. I don’t know; is that shallow, or is that deeper than the deepest ocean? For, as we all know, we cannot live without food. So, perhaps, it is right and proper to worship and express adoration toward food, our creator and sustainer in a very real sense.
Ha! That routine was hilarious! I learned something, though; I had no idea the Lord’s prayer had different versions.
Give us our daily bread – whoops, except for us low carb creatures. Which reminds me of my favourite Irish comedian’s take on The Lord’s Prayer.
Brew yourself a cup of Irish Breakfast tea ( sadly, you will have to do without the soda bread and butter) and watch. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=v0thRUS1wUw
Did a double-take when I read “after church”. Enjoy your breakfast! Proud of your efforts to improve your health