"Tapestry" is the name of a show on CBC radio; I often have the chance to hear it on my car radio when I am driving on Sunday afternoons. As the title suggests, it features interviews with all people and perspectives that are the warp and woof of spiritual life.
If religion is defined as a world view, then I would say I am religious. However, with the ebb and flow of life, I am certain of nothing except that there is a power or serendipity factor that works well when I am on the path I believe I need to be walking. The rest of living is an endless discovery, sometimes pleasant, sometimes not so much.
Tapestry is hosted by Mary Hines. This past Sunday, she interviewed a rabbi - what a marvellous frolic it was! One thing he believes is that of all the holy books written, there is one missing: the one we write ourselves. He suggests we take a blank book, and write everything we find inspiring, beautiful and rich - and create our own divine book by doing so.
Here is Rabbi Brian Zachary Mayer's site: http://www.rotb.org/index.html (Just call him Rabbi Brian. ;-) )
Listen to the podcast here - it is SO worth it! I mean...I actually started my very first blog because of listening to this!
http://podcast.cbc.ca/mp3/tapestry_20090809_18827.mp3
And a quote I love: "Glory to God, whose power working in us can do infinitely more than we can ask or imagine." When I really think on this quote, I cannot help but be joyful and optimistic.
What do you know?
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I know that your closing quote reminded me of a Bible verse ...
ReplyDelete"God can do anything, you know—far more than you could ever imagine or guess or request in your wildest dreams! He does it not by pushing us around but by working within us, his Spirit deeply and gently within us. " (that's Ephesians 3:20 - the Message paraphrase)
Thanks,
Elyse
With the weather feeling so much like fall, I get that piercing feeling in my gut - the fresh air musty with moldering leaves, the searing painful blue of the sky, the brilliant yellow of Manitoba aspens against it, the stand of them near the Assiniboine River...when I was younger. I wish I had really known that people would leave and never come back, I wish I had learned to go camping...silly though it sounds, I loved that part of my life.
ReplyDeleteWhen I grew older, I went on the road as a musician, got "cool", did the drinking and all the rot that the road entails. Towards the end of that, I found a haven with a fellow - his family had a cabin, on an island. We would go there even in the deep of winter, start a fire in the woodstove, and everything would thaw and grow cozy.
I miss the getaway places...the lakes, outdoors...
Where I live now, I will be going on hikes with some friends, and that helps. But fall-like weather brings back the clear and happy memories of what was.
I am so glad I had that. And when I am elderly and deep in my own head, I will see and hear the smiling and laughter, be log-rolling on a lake in Cypress Hills Park, and immerse myself in the smooth, silken deep green water.
Cool. Lovely to be credited as helping you to get this blog going! Yippee for technology.
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