There is a formula I go to in times of complex
consternation. God=Love.
It’s a simple formula with complicated maneuverings of the
mind. Sometimes, I feel as if I am
wrestling for simplicity in this interwoven tapestry of American life. After all, there are many avenues of
discovery.
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| My Family 2008 by Glee |
Science, for me, is often an experience of awe and
delight.
The patterns we create, being
life, and flowing through our universe folded into infinite pockets of time and
space never fails to open my mind up to new possibilities.
It is, after all, a kind of truth.
A couple of weeks ago, my friend Julie sent
out a photo on social media of a glorious sunrise in Portland, Oregon.
She pointed out that there was a shadow of
our majestic Mt. Hood on the sea of pink and orange clouds.
I looked again.
I softened my eyes.
There it was-- and of course it was
there.
How could the light flood into
Portland from the East and not encounter Mt. Hood?
My mind and my eyes had been tricking me into
seeing what I thought I should see.
When
I realized this beauty, I also realized how connected we are to this place. I
could see the big picture.
Several years ago, I was driving home via my usual route and
saw a billboard sporting a giant photographic portrait of two lovers, standing,
holding hands and gazing into one another’s eyes. There was my formula, God=Love. They looked so happy to have found one
another in this vast fish bowl of humanity.
I knew what that felt like. I had
just found my truest love, married, and I was pregnant with my first
child. Spray painted over part of the
sign was “die faggots”. I saw what
wasn’t there in the sign, a mountain of violence, like a warring anthill of
humanity embroiled in a forgotten battle over the definition of Love.
