Is The Ether Made Better For Our Asking?

After a morning of mistakes I'm wondering if all this yawping into outer space is anything like talking to your plants. Is the ether made better for our asking? Prayer, desperation, favors -- it feels like a river of pleading. Yet the synchronicities, the strange coincidences and the out and out results must say more than "We're listening, yo." What could the symbiosis be? How is the ether made better for our asking?

I'm self-medicating with Cat Power and thinking about a musician we met a few months ago. His story will come along eventually when it's done with dinner, when it's done brewing. He told us the only thing he could do was play music, that he didn't know how to do anything else. He seemed to feel a certain failing in this, like who would want to listen? I said, you know, you're a minister and we're the congregation. So play and know we're all better for it. We need you.

He thanked me. Hell if I know where that came from.

More Medicine

I can't entirely wrap my head around what happened to The Kid last week. I'm glad he's alive and safe and everyone who loves him feels the same. I'll get into more soon.

In the meantime, more medicine, per The Buddha and TGD:

Medicine:

A handy little primer on the chakra centers of the body and what they mean to your health.

Music:

A song about walking away from the things that are killing you:



Books:

From Leaves of Grass:

Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touched from;
The scent of these arm-pits is aroma finer than prayer,
This head is more than churches or bibles or creeds.

Sesame Street:

Dr. Horrible has NOTHING on this --

Neil Patrick Harris as The Shoe Fairy

Later,

Jen