Blog o’ Gnosis

Why have I never discovered Emerson until now?

What with the persistent attacks on women’s right to abortion and birth control in this country, I feel I must start clarifying my own position in the (falsely dichotomized) pro-life vs. pro-choice debate. I am both pro-life and pro-choice.

Ross and I once went to a workshop with Jack Rosenberg and Beverly Morse where they talked quite frankly about being in the “end zone,” as distinct from being in middle age. According to Jack, once you cannot double your current age to arrive at an age you are likely to achieve, you’re in the end zone. From that day to this, I’ve thought a lot about the middle and end of life, and how people cross that line from middle age into the end zone.

I have not been feeling well lately. It’s nothing overt or Mahlerian, just a consistent feebleness, and an inability to eat without feeling sick and feverish. I’m reduced to yogurt, with a few cereal flakes thrown in for fun. I really hardly notice it unless I try to work or think really hard. So long as I can just putter about doing errands and chores, resting occasionally, and having my own thoughts on my own time, things are fine. Too bad life in California in the early 21st century just isn’t like that. I’m not sick though, I’m just under the weather.

What to say? The day was delicious, absolutely delicious.

I’ve been thinking for a while how to help get the American left out of its little secular hidey-hole. We all know that the much touted “people of faith” come in all political persuasions–Pagans included! But how can Pagans contribute to the creation of a coherent stance on matters of faith in leftist electoral politics?