A call to come and die. I have received it. Not well at first but now I carry this calling with me wherever I go. I can’t recall a time I didn’t believe in the creator of the universe and the holy Trinity or a time that Jesus hadn’t died for my sins. But I can remember when there was no understanding of what being a follower of Christ meant for me. Not the full weight of it. I though it meant Jesus and I were buddies and that He was supposed to make things better if I was good. I don’t know that I knew I believed that, but I did. I thought being a Christian was supposed to make me happy.

I started therapy at five. I can’t remember why. I am sure my mother could tell you. She told me once people wanted to take me away…

One of the latest scientific theories, or more accurately, an idea some scientists have postulated, suggests the universe did not have an origin, that there was no Big Bang. This concept, known coincidentally as Rainbow Gravity, is an attempt to resolve incompatibilities between quantum mechanics and general relativity.

In short, this idea that’s been around for about a decade, and which isn’t widely accepted by physicists, is based on gravity’s affect on different wavelengths of light, which can be seen in the colors of the rainbow (and thus the name).

Now scientists at Cern in Switzerland believe they might find miniature black holes which would reveal the existence of a parallel universe.

And if the holes are found at a certain energy, it could prove the controversial theory of ‘rainbow gravity’ which suggests that the universe stretches back into time infinitely with no singular point where it started, and no…

Can intimacy with grief create a sensitivity to the grief of others?
Much like previously broken bones have been known to ache with changes in the weather?
Aches due to changes in the barometric pressure which occurs with coming storms, as some propose?
Do our inner places previously broken by grief experience changes in some emotional barometric pressure in the face of someone else’s grief storms?
Because we do not “get over loss,” but rather adjust to loss, make space for loss, integrate it into our lives, are changed by loss?
And witnessing someone else’s true grief remember being there?
In a manner that those whose lives have not been intimately etched by grief cannot?
I wonder

© E. Wright 2015