The rain has stopped for now. The last few days, well most of the weekend here in NorCal have been very wet. A wind and rain storm hit early Sunday Morning. Of course I was out on the balcony across the street from the 1%-ers in Atherton, watching the storm blow across the rich and not so rich and it reminded me again that we are all in this together. The rain falls on the good and the bad equally. Now, that in no way means that those folks on the other side of El Camino Real are bad, maybe I’m talkin’ about me instead…maybe. Well that was confusing. Aw screw it, you figure out what I’m saying.
Fun Fact for today– Did you know that St. Barbara (her feast day is today), the third century daughter of the pagan Dioscuros is the patron saint of miners? No, not the under 21 crowd, the underground crowd. She is also the patron saint of all those people who work with fire and explosives. How did she get those patronages? Well let me tell you. When Barb’s dad heard that she had become a Christian he got really really angry and ordered her to be tortured and beheaded. Now I have been angry at my daughter lots of times but I think the greatest torture was to have her live with me until she was 18. Back to the story, shortly after Barbara lost her head, old dad was struck by lightening and killed so people began to believe that she could control thunder (remember this was way before Bill Nye the Science Guy). So the people started to pray to her to protect them from megastorms (I wonder if there’s a St. Sandy). How about the explosives thing? Well since the sound of things going “boom” sounds like thunder…so voilà. She now protects people working with explosives. Since they use explosives in mines…well you get the picture. In Europe a statue of St. Barbara is often found at the entrance of mines…now doesn’t that just make your day? What are you the patron saint of?
The scripture quote for the day comes from the prophet Isaiah (Is 11:1-10)
Then the wolf shall be a guest of the lamb,
and the leopard shall lie down with the kid;
The calf and the young lion shall browse together,
with a little child to guide them.
Dudes, this is the way things ought to be. Not every kid has great traditional wisdom but every kid has the potential for greatness and knowledge of what is just and what is unjust, and who’s a big fat liar and who is telling the truth. The Doors had an album called Strange Days and on it was a song called “People are strange.” In the song the faces come out of the rain and we can see them and you are only “strange” when you are alone. So…don’t be a stranger. Simple message. There is no argument here that the Doors were a great band. I saw them twice, once I was stoned and once I was sorta kinda sober. The band talked to me (still do), Morrison talked to me. As lost as he was in his own head sometimes, he spoke with an elegant simplicity in his lyrics. We sometimes discount people who do not have the important “creds” because they didn’t live life enough or didn’t get this or that degree from and important university. But from a child (or even a punk like Morrison) can come innate wisdom that can cut through a lot of noise to get to the nitty gritty. So when those strange days begin to happen, when mortal enemies can actually be friends, look for the simplicity of the situation to guide you. It is not the explosion, but the quiet that follows it. It ain’t that complicated. Oh, and one more thing to help you really hear the truth, turn off Fox News.
and so it goes…