Posted in Being human, Monday / lundi / lunes / måndag / Monntag, Values & Ethics

Two Religious Traditions, Very Similar Message

A pslr left hand with blue shirt sleeve, holding a hazelnut.
A hand holding a hazelnut.
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And in this he showed me a little thing, the quantity of a hazel nut, lying in the palm of my hand, as it seemed. And it was as round as any ball. I looked upon it with the eye of my understanding, and thought, ‘What may this be?’ And it was answered generally thus, ‘It is all that is made.’ I marveled how it might last, for I thought it might suddenly have fallen to nothing for littleness. And I was answered in my understanding: It lasts and ever shall, for God loves it. And so have all things their beginning by the love of God.

In this little thing I saw three properties. The first is that God made it. The second that God loves it. And the third, that God keeps it.”

Julian of Norwich, English medieval mystic, Revelations of Divine Love

Some people take this as meaning that God will take care of everything and we have to do nothing. My take on it is that we have been handed this one fragile little place, that we wholly rely on, and that we need to take care of forever or we are in deep trouble. Then I ran across this, in a context that gave it a very similar meaning:

A tarot card, "The Sun of Life" from the Wildwood tarot deck. It shows a human figure standing in front of a blazing sun, with yellow light coming from the sun and white light

The Sun Of Life is a tarot card I ran across as the most important card in a situation involving the way the world is right now. The card depicts the idea that everything important in life, humans get from sunlight and love associated with sunlight. It reminds me of my need for fire in order to be alive, but even more so reminds me of Julian’s vision. It’s a picture of so much of what we have to lose, and how important it is not to lose those things. Also the artwork is beautiful2.


Footnotes

1 I am neither Christian nor neopagan, but I respect both of these and other forms of religion and spirituality. That respect means that I ask others to respect other people’s belief or lack of belief (atheists and agnostics welcome. too). You don’t have to agree with me or anyone else, just please be nice to people.

2 Wildwood Tarot deck. Mark Ryan and John Matthews, card illustrations by Will Worthington.

A stained-glas-looking portrait of Julian of Norwich in her ancorhold with a cat, writing in a book.

Julian of Norwich

was a medieval anchoress, a woman’s version of a hermit nun in Catholicism in those times. An anchoress would obtain her last rites and then be walled up in an anchorhold which was usually part of the church. She would have had both rules and freedoms that other nuns did not have. She stayed in the anchorhold until her death. Julian also happens to be the first woman to write and publish a book in the Engilsh language. Her Revelations of Divine Love, or Showings, detailing her spiritual experiences and how they changed her life. She was sometimes controversial for things like calling Jesus “mother”.

Probably because of this kind of thing, she almost but not quite became a saint in Catholicism, Lutheranism, and Anglicanism. But she is venerated in all of those denominations regardless of sainthood, and has been honored by these versions of Christianity.

Like many mystics, Julian was more concerned with her thoughts on God and theology than on getting personal recognition, so we don’t even know her name. Julian is the name of the church she lived in. Most of what we do know, is guesse based on what was probably going on when she was an anchoress. For many things, including whether she had a cat (anchoresses were advised to “keep no beast save one cat”), are just people’s guesses about her. But her hazelnut vision outlives her, and I seriously hope that everyone remembers we were given this little fragile world to take care of, it’s all we have, and now is the time, not years from now — we are already late but we can mkae a difference still.

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I’ll never write this one if I try to explain it all either.

Understand guys — I wanted to make y’all a post. I know exactly how I want it organized. I know what I want to put in it. And the whole point is showing you I love you. But for whatever reason, I can’t write it as intended. It’s like walking through sludge until I’m surrounded by bramble and can’t find my way out in any direction. Then my head gets tangled up in everything else and I run off and don’t write.

The reason it was going to be so complicated was because I wanted to really pay tribute to each of the individual people in my life who currently count to me as family. This is difficult for many reasons. One reason is juggling privacy concerns — who to use names, who to use initials, what details to leave in, what details to leave out, what details to change. I’m not talking about legal limits on privacy, I’m talking about my attempts at common decency. Which are sometimes stricter.

So there’s a post I want to make, and I’m trying to make it. And I think I’m gonna succeed at making it, at this point. But this is the lead-in to it — that again, I’m having issues with trying to get everything said. So I’m trying again for allowing myself to write without writing as perfectly as I want to.

Because if I had my way?

I’d have a drawing for each and every one of you, or a photograph. And a little bit of commentary. And it’d all be done so that only some people were identifiable, and only in some ways, and so forth. And that’s just not how it’s gonna happen.

The most likely outcome is I’m gonna write a summary about my relationship to y’all and what it means to me, but without as much personalized touches as I would like. And then maybe the personal touches will trickle through to the light of day in the end when I’m done writing all this other stuff.

But for now? This is all I can promise. This post here. Because I already wrote it. But I am pretty sure I will be able to at least write a couple short posts. Where “short” doesn’t necessarily mean the post is short, it just means… something in my brain leading up to the post is shorter than it would’ve been otherwise.

This gets a little bit carried off into corners of my brain it’d never come back from — if I were to explain to you the communication and cognitive issues that I am having here? If I took more than just these couple sentences in this short paragraph, to describe it? I would never get the post written. So this paragraph has to be all, for now. Suffice to say temporal lobe epilepsy does not make for being an efficient writer.

Anyway I’m gonna go and try to write the best post I actually can write, as opposed to what I want to write, and that’s gonna have to be good enough.

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Monday’s Child rhymes.

Monday’s child is fair of face.

Tuesday’s child is full of grace.

Wednesday’s child is full of woe.

Thursday’s child has far to go.

Friday’s child is loving and giving.

Saturday’s child works hard for a living.

Sunday's Child

But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day is bonny and blithe and good and gay.

Other variants:

But the child that is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay
Monday's child is fair of face
Tuesday's child is full of grace
Wednesday's child is merry and glad
Thursday's child is sour and sad
Friday's child is loving and giving
And Saturday's child must work for its living.
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is sour and grum,
Thursday's child has welcome home,
Friday's child is free in giving,
Saturday's child works hard for his living.
And the child that is born on Christmas Day
Is great, and good, and fair, and gay
Monday's child is fair of face.
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Wednesday's child is loving and giving.
Thursday's child works hard for a living.
Friday's child is full of woe.
Saturday's child has far to go.
But the child that is born on the sabbath day
Is brave and bonny, and good and gay.

Monday’s Child:

  • Fair of face
  • red and spotty

Tuesday’s child:

  • full of grace
  • won’t use the potty

Wednesday’s child:

  • full of woe
  • loving and giving
  • sour and grum
  • merry and glad
  • won’t go to bed

Thursday’s child

  • has far to go
  • has welcome home
  • is sour and sad
  • will not be fed

Friday’s child:

  • loving and giving
  • full of woe
  • free in giving
  • breaks all his toys

Saturday’s child:

  • works hard for a living
  • has far to go
  • must work for its living
  • makes an awful noise.
Sunday's Child

Sunday’s Child:

  • bonny and blithe and good and gay
  • blithe and winsome and happy and gay
  • great and good and fair and gay
  • brave and bonny and good and gay
  • is a pain in the neck like the rest, okay?

For my blogging topics, this is the perfect kind of thing. There are many versions of this rhyme, so many possibilities for most of the days. And each topic could be a lot of different things. “Fair of face” could turn into a discussion of beauty, or a discussion of racism and colorism, or a discussion of albinism, or any of a number of other things, depending on what was going on that day. LGBTQ issues could be tied to the word ‘gay’ even though it’s clearly used here to mean ‘happy’. (And Sunday’s Child could be used as a discussion of LGBTQ issues or a discussion of happiness or a lot of other things.)

Anyway, there’s so many versions of this that I’ll probably be adding onto it as I hear more of them. For now, though, these are what I’ve got, and any of them could be a number of different blogging topics.

And I have to say I love that the luckiest kid always gets called ‘gay’. I know that’s not the meaning of gay they were going for, but I love it anyway. And any meaning of any of these words is fair game for my purposes, which are to organize the way I blog for a number of important reasons. I can’t explain them all but I do have reasons.