TGIM
Weather out here on 7H porch 67°F 88% wind at 5mph, not windy at my Bay side table, but out on the Beck side a cool breeze and felt to be coming from the east, IDK.
Monday was good, it was a TGIM and I'd post pictures except that, thinking about oysters & red snapper, not you, I neglected to take pictures. So for now a picture of what I see from here at the moment, StAndrewsBay from downtown PC to Davis Point. Now and then a lightning streak far out over the Gulf.
Good: on the way home from Monday morning staff meeting at church, I stopped at Tarpon Dock Seafood, a favorite and, like Buddy Gandy's here in St Andrews, they give a 10% military discount, which may not seem significant monetarily but it's an appreciated sign of appreciation, so I shop there, if you aren't military, shop wherever you will. Also at TDockS, it's always clean and if you need grits they got 'em.
As usual, I'd stopped in for oysters: they had one pint carton, ONE, which I bought and upon arriving home, where "upon" means within seconds of closing the front door the carton was open and I was eating them. I hope oysters aren't the food of the gods, because anymore there's not enough for them and me. Washed, so salt to taste. About half the pint remaining. They are too good to cook, but I'll still consider baked on thin ww toast for breakfast. Which calls to mind breakfasts in Apalachicola: standing at the kitchen window looking east toward the garage apartment the other side of the alley, open my gallon of oysters, which if I have them all to myself will last me four days, taking out one by one, place six to nine (depending on size) on each of two slices of ww toast, slip into the toaster oven and wait for the Parousia, which will be when the toaster bell dings.
Good continues: although in all the years I've been buying there I've only seen and bought mullet one time at Tarpon Dock Seafood {at Buddy Gandy's they just about always have mullet, but there you have to check for red and glazed eyes, which disappointingly makes for very seldom buying mullet there (looks like if I want mullet I'll to have to go to Pensacola and have them at Joe Patty's with my brother), but at BG's they practically always have Royal Red shrimp, that taste and texture somewhat resembles lobster}.
Anyway, at TDockS I always check the red snapper, and yesterday couldn't resist the largest one. BTW, if you want red snapper, just say I'll take that one, never mind asking "how much?" - - I'm 84 alphabet years old and if I want red snapper I buy what which one and when I DWP. We poured tomato sauce over and baked slightly over an hour (it was about a six or seven pound snapper) and had supper of baked red snapper and nothing else period full stop, about eight o'clock last evening. Buying red snapper I like one that'll serve two main meals, and there's half of it left for dinner, about noon today. Breakfast, dinner and supper.
Tuesday morning just after six o'clock, and all is well and all is well ...
T
An Evidence-Based Emergence
Monday was good, it was a TGIM and I'd post pictures except that, thinking about oysters & red snapper, not you, I neglected to take pictures. So for now a picture of what I see from here at the moment, StAndrewsBay from downtown PC to Davis Point. Now and then a lightning streak far out over the Gulf.
Good: on the way home from Monday morning staff meeting at church, I stopped at Tarpon Dock Seafood, a favorite and, like Buddy Gandy's here in St Andrews, they give a 10% military discount, which may not seem significant monetarily but it's an appreciated sign of appreciation, so I shop there, if you aren't military, shop wherever you will. Also at TDockS, it's always clean and if you need grits they got 'em.
As usual, I'd stopped in for oysters: they had one pint carton, ONE, which I bought and upon arriving home, where "upon" means within seconds of closing the front door the carton was open and I was eating them. I hope oysters aren't the food of the gods, because anymore there's not enough for them and me. Washed, so salt to taste. About half the pint remaining. They are too good to cook, but I'll still consider baked on thin ww toast for breakfast. Which calls to mind breakfasts in Apalachicola: standing at the kitchen window looking east toward the garage apartment the other side of the alley, open my gallon of oysters, which if I have them all to myself will last me four days, taking out one by one, place six to nine (depending on size) on each of two slices of ww toast, slip into the toaster oven and wait for the Parousia, which will be when the toaster bell dings.
Good continues: although in all the years I've been buying there I've only seen and bought mullet one time at Tarpon Dock Seafood {at Buddy Gandy's they just about always have mullet, but there you have to check for red and glazed eyes, which disappointingly makes for very seldom buying mullet there (looks like if I want mullet I'll to have to go to Pensacola and have them at Joe Patty's with my brother), but at BG's they practically always have Royal Red shrimp, that taste and texture somewhat resembles lobster}.
Anyway, at TDockS I always check the red snapper, and yesterday couldn't resist the largest one. BTW, if you want red snapper, just say I'll take that one, never mind asking "how much?" - - I'm 84 alphabet years old and if I want red snapper I buy what which one and when I DWP. We poured tomato sauce over and baked slightly over an hour (it was about a six or seven pound snapper) and had supper of baked red snapper and nothing else period full stop, about eight o'clock last evening. Buying red snapper I like one that'll serve two main meals, and there's half of it left for dinner, about noon today. Breakfast, dinner and supper.
Tuesday morning just after six o'clock, and all is well and all is well ...
T
Richard Rohr's Daily Meditation
From the Center for Action and Contemplation
Week Forty-five
Science: Old and New
An Evidence-Based Emergence
Tuesday, November 5, 2019
The Rev. Michael Dowd is an evidential mystic and eco-theologian who has earned the respect of Nobel laureate scientists, many religious leaders, and little old me. Michael and his science-writer wife, Connie Barlow, show how a sacred-science view of reality can inspire people of diverse backgrounds and beliefs to work together in service to a just and thriving future for all. Dowd writes:
Religion is undergoing a massive shift in perspective . . . as wrenching as the Copernican revolution, which required humanity to bid farewell to an Earth-centered understanding of our place in the cosmos. The religious revolution on the horizon today might well be called the “Evidential Reformation.” We humbly shift away from a human-centric, ethnocentric, and shortsighted view of what is important. At the same time, we expand our very identities to encompass the immense journey of life made known by the full range of sciences. In so doing, we all become elders of a sort, instinctively willing to do whatever it takes to pass on a world of health and opportunities no lesser than the one into which we were born. . . . .
An evidential worldview has become crucial. We now know that evolutionary and ecological processes are at the root of life and human culture. To disregard, to dishonor, these processes through our own determined ignorance and cultural/religious self-focus is an evil that will bring untold suffering to countless generations of our own kind and all our relations. We must denounce such a legacy. Ours is thus a call to . . . sacred activism. [Twenty-five] years ago, Carl Sagan both chided and encouraged us in this way:
How is it that hardly any major religion has looked at science and concluded, “This is better than we thought! The universe is much bigger than our prophets said, grander, more subtle, more elegant. God must be even greater than we dreamed.” . . . A religion, old or new, that stressed the magnificence of the universe as revealed by modern science might be able to draw forth reserves of reverence and awe hardly tapped by the conventional faiths. Sooner or later, such a religion will emerge. [1]
I [Dowd] submit that the “religion” of which Sagan spoke has been emerging for decades, largely unnoticed, at the nexus of science, inspiration, and sustainability. Rather than manifesting as a separate and competing doctrine, it is showing up as a meta-religious perspective (. . . an insight discerned by Thomas Berry). Such an evidence-based emergent can nourish any secular or religious worldview that has moved past fundamentalist allegiances to the literal word of sacred texts.
I, Richard, agree with Michael Dowd that healthy conversations between science and faith have been taking place for decades, but I mourn the fact that they have been on the margins of both the academy and our churches. I rarely bring science into my Sunday sermons, perhaps because I assume it’s not what people want to hear. However, if we truly want to be a part of the “Evidential Reformation,” we must each do our part to understand and share the ways science and our faith affirm one another.
Gateway to Presence:
If you want to go deeper with today’s meditation, take note of what word or phrase stands out to you. Come back to that word or phrase throughout the day, being present to its impact and invitation.
If you want to go deeper with today’s meditation, take note of what word or phrase stands out to you. Come back to that word or phrase throughout the day, being present to its impact and invitation.
[1] Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space (Random House Publishing: 1994), 50.
Michael Dowd, “Evidential Mysticism and the Future of Earth,” “Evidence,” Oneing, vol. 2, no. 2 (Center for Action and Contemplation: 2014), 15-18.
Image credit: Chestnut Trees at Jas de Bouffan (detail), Paul Cézanne, 1880/1891. Minneapolis Institute of Art, Minneapolis, Minnesota.