And now, we enfold your perception into non-Euclidean space.
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I read a story last week about the construction of a temple in Iceland intended for worshiping Viking-age gods. No, really. Apparently Norse paganism has been experiencing a perceptible comeback in recent years, which is pretty impressive for a religion that had been wiped out by Christianity and considered dead for nearly a millennia. Yep, the old Germanic deities are all getting a new lease on life. Praise be to Odin, the Allfather… just when I had hope for a new Age of Enlightenment.
My first thought was, Marvel must’ve ran a helluva marketing campaign. Turns out that The Avengers movie franchise had nothing to do with it. For the last few decades, a slow-moving interest in the old gods has been gaining global traction. An association in Iceland that promotes faith in Norse gods called Ásatrúarfélagið (Ásatrú Association) has a current head count of 2,400 members. Continue reading “Old Gods, New Tricks”
One of the advantages of doing a joint blog is having a writing partnership. Someone to cover things if you find yourself a bit busy. That’s the hope anyway. But when curves get thrown for both of you, then the radio silence sets in regardless (as those of you who have been subscribed for more than a month might have noticed).
We started this blog as an examination of a specific question; the post-atheist experience, moving on after you’ve processed the loss of belief, finding that orienting compass and inspiration in new places.
We also set ourselves on a schedule. A certain number of posts, in a certain time, with regularly scheduled filler in-between.
In addition to life itself having other plans that threw off our writing, the schedule and specific focus became more of an obligation with deadlines, and less of an enjoyable creative outlet.
That eventually led to refocusing by unfocusing; dropping our “mission statement”, an expected schedule, and writing for any purpose other than journaling our interests and curiosities (we’re quite pleased with the redesigned theme too). Perhaps that’s a much better way to uncover things unfound.
“What is human existence? It turns out it’s pretty simple: We are dead stars, looking back up at the sky.” – Dr. Michelle Thaller, Nasa Astronomer
The most unusual commercial during the U.S. National Holiday known as the Super Bowl was arguably Squarespace’s Dreaming with Jeff, featuring Jeff Bridges chanting with a meditation bell in a couple’s room while they sleep peacefully (and only Bridges could pull this off; with anyone else it would have been creepy).
Squarespace is a stellar next-gen web development platform with a true social consciousness. They lack the instant community that one gets plugged into on WordPress, but the two platforms are spiritual cousins and I’ve enjoyed using Squarespace previously on a few occasions – and currently to support these guys.
What’s Dreaming with Jeff about? It’s a project by Bridges designed for “too many restless people in need of rest”, featuring guided meditations, intriguing sounds, and stories, all designed to help you relax. And wrapped up in some wonderfully surrealist packaging.
100% of the proceeds go to No Kid Hungry, whether your taste is in vinyl, exclusive collector vinyl, cassette (yes, really) or digital download. Neither Jeff nor Squarespace are making a profit.
Go ahead. You could use a guided meditation from America’s own Zen cowboy. And take an extra step towards ending childhood hunger in America.
Image credit: Foodie Buddha, Flikr
Last week, while I was working on a coworker’s computer, she abruptly dropped the bomb on me: “So you’re an atheist?”
Uh oh. I haven’t had this conversation in a long time and it’s never been brought up at work before. I deliberately avoid broadcasting this aspect of my personal life while at work. It isn’t relevant to my job and those kind of discussions are usually bad for business – especially here in the South.
Of course, I’ve been vocal about it outside of work for years, so I guess it was only a matter of time before it leaked into the company water cooler.