The Song and the Flame

I never posted an update on offerings. Hera got a boquet of fall flowers, and Artemis got a donation to the National Wildlife Federation. I adopted a grizzly bear. This does have a slight material benefit for me in that it comes with a bear plushie, but I figured I’d use that as a sort of tangible reminder of what was after all a fairly abstract transaction (being as it was all digital).

I still owe Apollo something, especially after getting the news that as kidney failure goes, Tim’s actually not doing too bad. I still don’t know what to offer. Nothing I think of seems quite right. I’m still working on it.

To be a witness does not consist in engaging in propeganda nor even in stirring people up, but in being a living mystery. It means to live in such a way that one’s life would not make sense if God did not exist.

–Cardinal Suhard

“I do not seek. I find.” –Picasso

I feel like there’s a lot I could draw from that, but my brain is all fuzzy right now and thinking is hard work. (It’s been a long, fussy weekend.) So I shall leave this sitting here to come back to later…