bless my birth

Better to sit at the waters' birth, than a sea of waves to win; To live in the love that floweth forth, Than the love that cometh in. Be thy heart a well of love, my child, Flowing, and free, and sure; For a cistern of love, though undefiled, keeps not the spirit pure.

Perhaps Scraping the Surface, or So Interesting! Part Deux

October 3rd, 2008 by Jennifer

 

Yes, I have begun to rethink my previous analysis of the unusual plants.  It was a very human-centered analysis, homocentric?  No . . .  Anthropocentric!  Man, I LOVE, love, love! when I find a word, completely new to me, that means exactly what I want a word to mean for the point I’m trying to make!!!  I thought I was making up the word homocentric, but there it was in my dictionary program on my computer, and then came anthropocentric.  Such a good word!  The ”mot juste!”

 

So yeah, my previous analysis of the unusual plants was 100% anthropocentric.  I was only imagining how the plants affect humans, or how they represent a facet of God to humans.  But is it possible that the planet isn’t just for us?  Just cause we’re the conscious ones doesn’t mean the planet revolves around our consciousness of it, it revolves around the sun, haha!.  I do think our consciousness is for our enjoyment of the planet (the outer world), and our enjoyment of God (the inner world) and is a gift from God.

 

Wait, back to “is it possible that the planet isn’t just for us?”  After all it can be quite a dangerous place in certain locales.  Maybe Southern California was orchestrated, during creation, anthropocentrically, but what about the jungles where there are large bugs that embed themselves into human skin and lay their eggs there in order to hatch them and have them escape only by causing large lesion-type holes in the skin? Hostile.  And then the places that aren’t quite hostile, but just downright uncomfortable, where life as a human is nearly constantly a struggle to stay warm or find food or avoid destructive storms?

 

I don’t know, I just have a sense that bugs, as in the carrion beetles that are attracted to and pollinate the the rotted flesh-scented flora, are very important to God.  What about fleas?  Are they important to God? As much as I dislike the itch-induced night waking spells, I have to admit they are interesting little suckers. So then, my interest or disinterest in them is the criteria by which creatures are or are not important to God?  Good-ness!  Jen-ni-fer!  Is there any end to your anthropocentrism???

 

I rest in the mystery of the 8 unusual plants.  I fall in love with God all over again in the blissful wonder of the mystery of His creation.  I love this place with Him, joyful, wonderful, sparkling mystery . . .   There’s such great freedom in the mystery, the realization that we live on a planet so beyond our understanding, if only it was so beyond our destruction of it, as well.

 

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