If you are ever having trouble getting a clear head and your brain unstuck from “muscle group” work in the normal world, having to switch back into “brain group” mode, come on over for a visit. I just did a quick bicycle ride that was a total of 30 minutes. About 25 of it was huffing while upright on a bike to get to the top of a hill, then the last 5 was the thrill of holding on for dear life, yet thinking, “this is fun! i wonder how fast this bike can go and me not having a wreck?"
While I thought I would get a breather today, as it is Pentecost, yet, I forgot tomorrow is a national holiday to celebrate Pentecost and I have to work a football game. My plan was to simply start working on Agrowbox 2 right after church, but it really didn’t’ pan out all that way.
The church went longer than usual and while I went to the amazing old medieval church on the hill. There is something that gets lost for me on the big holidays like Christmas and Easter, or here with Pentecost where more a big spectacle is put on. Don’t get me wrong, the choir I hear was truly wonderful, but I think I am more in tune with the old capuchin monks up the street or the Greek monks living out in the desert in Arizona. Just give me silence, a small place, little distraction. It is funny about church and religions in general – we are taught to “look” a part, if you don’t dress, act or conform – then you get the “look.”
Having been all over the planet and different religions, denominations and places – the one thing I learned is that some place will welcome anyone, others are about as warm as a sub zero freezer on top of mt Everest.
I guess it was a funny scene, as I got outside the church, one of the members of the local motorcycle club stopped and greeted me. (it would have made an interesting photo - much like the burger shot i took)
I thought it was really an interesting dichotomy – particularly in a place where there is more of an emphasis on tangible things. It is just how life appears to me here. Abstraction and theoretics probably doesn’t bode well too much of the normal world? Perhaps I have never really been in what the “norm” of the world is much of my life?
All I know, is Pentecost is one of the very special church days for me. I think as a kid, my childhood friend Donnas’ father was church deacon and he was trying to work on helping the black sheep called “mark” get a shade of gray wool. For me to have lily white wool would indeed be a miracle from god.
For whatever reason, my turn to read the epistle in church usually was fine, but I always got Pentecost. My pronunciation of all the various tribes at the time was pretty bad, so Donnas’ dad would phonetically teach me them.
On Sunday, I would read the epistle, and when we got to all the various dialects and regions of the world, I taped the phonetics on the others side and simply read them. Simple solution.
It is a lot easier than me wheezing up a small hill to sweat out any toxins and then to turn around and have adrenaline and thrill seeking speed get the blood flowing fast enough to allow me to focus on thought again.
It isn’t work, but I had a lot of fun. Now I will type up a note to that craft space up the hill and see if they have a room/space to set up a short-term brainstorm lab.
I doubt “normal” life here will allow the work to progress without it.
May you have a great day? I wish someone took a picture of that biker and I shaking hands, surrounded by the proper folks near that old medieval church. I think about it and wonder how easy it is for us to forget that we are all imperfect and broken in some way – yet – many thinks of themselves as “good.”
Yeah, I used to…but not anymore. As mentioned…my wings are far from lily white.