January 5th, 1973! That was the year and day I left Santa Barbara. I loved that place. Still do. We lived in Montecito on a little street named Humphrey Rd.. The house we shared, myself and my folks, we rented from the All Saints By The Sea Episcopal Church.  I was the Sunday School Superintendent and the Youth Leader Assistant to the Associate Pastor which allowed that advantage to rent the house.   I drove out that morning in my little old yellow VW with my black lab dog "Luke" and with the little bit of stuff that belonged to me.  We drove up to Oakhurst in a venture of submitting my time and energy to the Lord's work in a new community of faithful of all religious paths.  The story as it unfolded is very complicated and long which would be too much to begin to tell here.  My time there ended when I left Oakhurst in August of 2004 for Berkeley, CA to attend  The Episcopal Church School of Divinity Seminary with the Graduate Theological Union.  Another somewhat tangled story unfolds especially after I graduated in 2007 with my Masters Degree in Divinity. That is another story to be told somewhere sometime.  Meanwhile I must say, the word "divinity" always sounded like white fudge to me. I guess it always will due to that word divinity. Isn't that strange? But to me white fudge was called divinity fudge when I was growing up and that word therefore belongs to fudge in my little brain.  What does that say?…Hummm!

This new year of 2010…can it be?…has begun with a crumby cold. Argh!  Seems it latched onto me on the third day of this new year. The sore throat taste, the weakness in my body were there taunting me on Sunday. And sure enough it is…a cold. Argh!  What do I do in the house all day?…I pray for my friends and foes and those who asked for prayer–having surgery today–facing near death—family, and nations, etc.  Also I have been reading when I'm not sleeping.  I finished reading The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Burbery. See new books on right side and click if your interested in my comment.  Also I have been re-reading Thomas Merton & Sufism, The Untold Story – A Complete Compendium ed. by Rob Baker and Gray Henry.   Again I am reminded that Merton's idea of the point of verge was inspired from his studying the Sufism.  Too much to share about here today but very interesting to me as I also see the link to one of the Beatitudes as understood in the Aramaic. That will all have to wait until another day for writing.

Last night I began reading the book Martin Buber's I and Thou /Practicing Living the Dialogue by Kenneth Paul Kramer( see books on right side).  Just started it now after toying with it in 2004 summer just before Seminary. I was so busy packing up the houses (mine and my folks) that I wasn't able to enjoy it.  So now I have the leisure to really delve into it.
 Something of interest in it: In the introduction (p.50) Kenneth Kramer includes a vignette, told by Phyllis A. Anderson (a letter she wrote Kenneth K.) which described a meeting she had with Martin Buber in Jerusalem.  Every wall in his home was filled to the ceiling with bookcases of books. even the dinning room, she reports. Ladders on rollers in all rooms.  Phyllis and Professor Menahem Mansoor (dept. head of Hebrew and Semitic Studies, University of Wisconsin, Madison) asked M.B. who he thought was the greatest man in history.  He answers…"Buber paused a moment, almost as if surprised and said quietly: 'Why, there are no great men, only useful ones.'  After saying that he gets up smiles, bows and shuffles out to the kitchen where women are preparing food.  Phyllis reports she and her companion "exit is total silence."

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