The Holy Life of the Intellect, by George Bowering
Weekend Edition Sunday, August 19, 2007 ยท

I believe that the human intellect is the closest thing we have to the divine. It is the way we can join one another in spirit.

Sometimes when you are listening to a great jazz musician performing a long solo, you are experiencing his mind, moment by moment, as it shifts and decides, as it adds and reminds. This happens whether the player is a saxophone player or a bass player or a pianist. You are in there, where that other mind is. His mind is coming through your ears and inside your mind.Read more... )

This essay was produced by Anne Penman for the Canadian Broadcasting Corp. NPR's This I Believe is independently produced by Jay Allison and Dan Gediman with John Gregory and Viki Merrick.

I heard this today and just loved it, so I'm capturing/sharing it here.
borrowed from [ profile] aracknee
December 16, 2004
10 Ways To Be A Better Person )

Three more days of work (this one included! And this one is short!) and I'm off to Chicago. I have much to get done before I leave, as usual. Presents to wrap, make, finish. House to clean. Students to advise. Letters to write. Holiday cards to send. Blah blah blah - this is more or less the same list that I keep repeating to myself every day.

Last night, in celebration of Tim's defending the proposal for his dissertation study (now he actually gets to start his study, which is good, since all plans were already in place to start on 1/3 or so), we went out to dinner at White Tiger, which is Indian food in DC. It was tasty, as usual, and I even put up with the excessive (to me) doses of cilantro on my soup and chicken makhani. Came home and watched television while I finished knitting a hat, and boy sat and drank some nice Spanish red from our Riedel crystal glasses.

No more classes, so we had a more leisurely morning, and didn't leave for school til 8 or so, instead of the usual 7:15. This gave me more time to drink the lovely coffee that [ profile] maratcal sent as part of my Christmas present (it's really good!), so I'm a little more twitchy than usual this morning.
I just found this song and it makes me think of a lot of people, and so I'm posting it:

As I Am

Well the sky might fall, and I'm Chicken Little yelling, while I'm floating out to sea.
Well I am tuggin at your ear for some Attention, don't you give a damn about Me?

I'll be the first to say there's a child inside my body, can't pay the bill but I can spend.

Will you love me, when I am torn and terrible, will you even know me then, I am a lion, I am a lamb. Will you love me as I am.

Well the earth is shakin' right below your feet you know, 'cause I am crawling underground. Say you love me, you can tell and I will show . Don't you even know what you've found.

I am a lion, I ama lamb. Will you love me as I Am?

You can take or you can leave me, I am not God so don't believe me. Tell me how you'd like to need me. Love is all. Love is all.

Will you love me for what is right before you? What you see is what you get.
Well, I am growing old, and life may be down hill.
Don't think I haven't reached my potential yet.

I am a lion, I am a lamb. Will you love me as I am?
Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the change to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits onself, then providence moves too.

All sorts of things occur to help one that would otherwise never have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of incidents and meetings and material assistance which no person would have believed would have come their way. Whatever you think you can do or believe you can do, begin it. Action has magic, grace and power in it.




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