I'm sorry for the tiny spider, too. Thank you for honoring its life. I do the same. I used to be terrified of spiders, but four years in a yurt and Rudy Francisco's brilliant poem changed all of that.
“She asks me to kill the spider.
Instead, I get the most
peaceful weapons I can find.
I take a cup and a napkin.
I catch the spider, put it outside
and allow it to walk away.
If I am ever caught in the wrong place
at the wrong time, just being alive
and not bothering anyone,
I hope I am greeted
with the same kind
of mercy.”
In other thoughts, I too pay attention to the way great work comes from the intersection of two things thought by others to be incompatible. For awhile, I was fascinated by the friendship and professional collaboration between Carl Jung and physicist Wolfang Pauli. Their series of letters to one another shows that there is intersection between the collective unconscious and theoretical physics and the correspondence is both beautiful and illuminating.
And of course, you know my obsession with Lennon/McCartney, and that's relevant here because it's in large part the intersection between music hall/vaudeville and rock and roll that created the definitive body of masterwork that became their catalog. And on a more whimsical note, I'm now thinking of the old commercials for Reese's peanut butter cups in which the peanut butter and chocolate collide and create.. well, okay, let's maybe leave that one off...
I was at my opthalmologist's office one day years ago and while he was counseling me about my eyes, a spider ran across the wall. "Oh my god!" he said, put him on a paper napkin and took him outside. "Killing them is against my religion," he said. I don't remember if I said it out loud, but I definitely thought "Mine too".
I could've switched eye doctors many times over the years but next week I'm driving clear across Los Angeles to see Dr. Gandhi for my annual exam.
By the way, I thought of you yesterday when a little aunt fell from the plant above the sink into the water. I was able to rescue him, set him back on the leaf and send him on his way. Perhaps in some way that karmically balances the tiny spider
Also, I have learned that the vast majority of indoor spiders will die when you put them outside. That may be less true in LA, however. But these days I have learned to simply share my space with them. Without interfering. I think that's perhaps next level
Thoroughly enjoyed today's edition of Hello, My Friends! until the end and the demise of the tiny spider, though the apology was appreciated.
There are lots of little bugs around those herbs. The sprigs looked empty when I cut them, but that spider was really really small.
I'm sorry for the tiny spider, too. Thank you for honoring its life. I do the same. I used to be terrified of spiders, but four years in a yurt and Rudy Francisco's brilliant poem changed all of that.
“She asks me to kill the spider.
Instead, I get the most
peaceful weapons I can find.
I take a cup and a napkin.
I catch the spider, put it outside
and allow it to walk away.
If I am ever caught in the wrong place
at the wrong time, just being alive
and not bothering anyone,
I hope I am greeted
with the same kind
of mercy.”
In other thoughts, I too pay attention to the way great work comes from the intersection of two things thought by others to be incompatible. For awhile, I was fascinated by the friendship and professional collaboration between Carl Jung and physicist Wolfang Pauli. Their series of letters to one another shows that there is intersection between the collective unconscious and theoretical physics and the correspondence is both beautiful and illuminating.
And of course, you know my obsession with Lennon/McCartney, and that's relevant here because it's in large part the intersection between music hall/vaudeville and rock and roll that created the definitive body of masterwork that became their catalog. And on a more whimsical note, I'm now thinking of the old commercials for Reese's peanut butter cups in which the peanut butter and chocolate collide and create.. well, okay, let's maybe leave that one off...
I was at my opthalmologist's office one day years ago and while he was counseling me about my eyes, a spider ran across the wall. "Oh my god!" he said, put him on a paper napkin and took him outside. "Killing them is against my religion," he said. I don't remember if I said it out loud, but I definitely thought "Mine too".
I could've switched eye doctors many times over the years but next week I'm driving clear across Los Angeles to see Dr. Gandhi for my annual exam.
I would do the same thing. A good man clearly.
By the way, I thought of you yesterday when a little aunt fell from the plant above the sink into the water. I was able to rescue him, set him back on the leaf and send him on his way. Perhaps in some way that karmically balances the tiny spider
Maybe, but it's tough to fathom how the world balances out, or doesn't. Depends on how I'm feeling on a given day. Going to see Dr. Gandhi tomorrow.
Also, I have learned that the vast majority of indoor spiders will die when you put them outside. That may be less true in LA, however. But these days I have learned to simply share my space with them. Without interfering. I think that's perhaps next level