Dearest Friend,
The sun finally seems to win out over the dark days of winter, at least there are more days the sun wins out. I've been gone too long, reverting to mental discussions with you, missing you, missing the times we spent snuggled up before the fire with the wind playing with the snow outside. Discussing anything an nothing, saving the world to the tune of slow jazz and a bottle of red.
Today, I awoke, and one of our discussions gripped my mind and hasn't let go since. Perhaps because we ended up having more questions than either of us felt comfortable answering - or knew how to answer. Remember SupSpi? How we coined the term "Supreme Spirit(s)" when discussing religion as a way to refer to the figure or figures at the center of most of the religious beliefs? How we wondered whether all of those different religions weren't in fact build around the same SupSpi. And if so, whether it really mattered to the SupSpi what name or names we used, what form of worship, which dedicated or undedicated places of worship, which time of the day, of the week, or the year, we choose. And why it wasn't the best way to worship the SupSpi to honor and respect others and their opinions, especially the ones that differ from our own! What if we all thought alike, believed alike, acted alike? Next thing you know, we move alike and dress alike and look alike. Shouldn't we be celebrating the diversity that makes up this world and its inhabitants, and shouldn't we treasure those who are different the most?
Tonight, I will have a glass of that red while sorting the things I needed for my next trip to the cabin, and perhaps, this time, I'll light up a fire, snuggle up, listen to the wind playing with whatever is available, snow, rain, leaves or some humming bugs ... and perhaps even some of that slow jazz ...
Be safe, be well, where ever you are
