The Sounds of Creation

As my class in Theological Reflection comes to a close, I am feeling grateful for the introduction to theological perspectives that I have found very exciting.  I am continuing to explore process theology and liberation theologies (look in My Library to see what I am reading).  One of the most meaningful class discussions was about religious perspectives about Creation.  Feminist and process theology understandings of all Creation as interconnected and Sacred particularly resonate with how I see the universe, from the magnificent trees that share my walks to the smallest creatures that I admire from afar to the animals with which I develop close relationships.  All are Sacred to me and fill me with awe as I feel not only connected, but changed by my experience of them.  As I prepare to leave for my second two-week intensive class, I anticipate the healing presence of the forest in contrast to the stressful environment of urban life.

I have a habit of listening to radio show podcasts on most of my daily walks.  Speaking of Faith is one of two my favorites.  After writing the last paper for my class, I decided to finally listen to the podcast of “Whale Songs and Elephant Loves.”  The stories of whales sharing their songs and of elephants communicating beyond our ability to hear took on new meaning in the context of theological perspectives based on an interconnected Creation that is calling us to deeper relationship.  I loved hearing the sounds of the whales singing and the elephants rejoicing as they reconnect with their family members.

Also this week, one of the barrage of Twitter posts in my TwitterFox stream had a link to this wonderful video of musicians all over the world lifting up their voices in the same call to community (excerpt from the documentary, “Playing For Change: Peace Through Music“).

Feeling Helpless

I’ve been meaning to post but I’ve had so much going on that I haven’t managed to get back into the swing of it.  I really shouldn’t take the time with my final paper to write.  But I’ve been sad this week over my sick kitty. I’ve had to watch her crouched with a look of suffering and sometimes, like this morning, drool coming from her mouth.  I’m afraid the antibiotic we’re giving her is not working and that at the vet tomorrow morning we’ll be faced with a decision we dread.  I’m not ready to say good-bye to Tao, but I can’t bear to see her suffer.  We have three other kitties to love, but each one is special.  My grandmother is quoted as saying that she would never get another animal when hers died, because it was too painful to lose them.  She always did get another of course.

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