Not having the chance to go to Japan this summer, the tsunami, nuclear meltdown, evacuation, and all the persistent recovery feels otherworldly. Generally it feels like I am learning about it as if listening through a thick pillow of distance and inconsistent information.
My friend Selena has been busy with JEARS and other groups helping needy and abandoned animals in the evacuation zone of Fukushima - updates along the way on her blog. A few lira, yen, or dollars to the cause I'm sure are appreciated.
In the absence of the all the people and pets now in the exclusion zone, I wonder how the wild and feral animals are doing? Experiences like Chernobyl suggest new possibilities for life exist given the unexpected spaces a disaster creates... when given the space
ooooooo ooooo “If we should take a million of worlds like this and number their particles, we should find that there are more Gods than there are particles of matter in those worlds.”
Apostle Orson Pratt, Journal of Discourses, v. 2, p. 345, February 18, 1855 Deity are one; and they constitute the one God that the Prophets speak of, and that the children of men in all worlds worship.
JD 2:345 - p.346, Orson Pratt, February 18, 1855This explains the mystery. If we should take a million of worlds like this and number their particles, we should find that there are more Gods than there are particles of matter in those worlds. But the attributes of Deity are one; and they constitute the one God that the Prophets speak of, and that the children of men in all worlds worship.
JD 2:345 - p.346, Orson Pratt, February 18, 1855
If you are a synaesthetic of a certain flavor, seeing might be like smelling, or reading like hearing.
Digi-photo layer cake (the eyes have it) at Cap Sauers Holding, early spring.
And some petals from gifted flowers of a June birthday meets the anchoring piece of an old anatomical model kit just waiting to be properly put together.