Have you ever thought the nursery rhyme “Rock-a-bye Baby” sounds kind of scary for a lullaby? Here’s an interpretation of it that harks back to Midwifery. Rock-a-bye babyIn the treetop… Read more Rock-a-bye Baby and Midwifery →
Recently I saw an episode of the defunct tv show Monk, in which the titular character, a prissy, literalist near-savant, is discussing with his friend, a regular-guy police captain, the… Read more Participation in Heroes →
A while ago I discussed the unrecognized presence of every-day fascism in American life – often disguised as “liberalism” simply because it is embraced by left-leaners. (Of course fascism has… Read more Why Fascists Want Mothers Working →
In the news yesterday and today, several stories appeared about some research done in the UK and in the Netherlands. According to this research, the famous Flynn effect has been… Read more Idea for Today →
In preparation for writing one of my stories which has been held up in the underworld region of my cognizance for far too long, I have been researching !!!***astrology***!!! (Insert scream of shock and scandal here!) What most strikes me at this stage is that this is the last living link to the myths of our pre-Christian ancestors. And it’s pretty lively. But even astrology, or the way it has been approached, has also been changed by the advent of Christ and the rise of Christianity. Specifically, the literary development of conscious allegory… Read more Higher Than The Heavens; Lower Than The Angels →
It would be odd if we had a concept of progress, but nothing to correspond to it in reality. I think progress is something that the human race is supposed to experience, but the mechanics get co-opted by bad things a lot. So, just because something is “progressive” doesn’t mean it helped anyone. On the other hand, it is possible to trace ways in which things have improved as well as ways in which they have not. And some changes are neither good nor bad in any absolute sense, but simply are… Read more What Is Real Progress? →
“… such an expression as ‘prophets old’ may, and probably will, ‘mean’ something quite different from ‘old prophets’. -Owen Barfield, Poetic Diction In contemporary English we almost never place an… Read more Prophets Old and Mountains Cold →
When I was sixteen I wrote a novelette about a large family living in the country in the 1800’s. They were a merry bunch and had the most awful names and I had a blast writing about them. In the story, one of the elder brothers has a very special protective relationship with a sister ten years younger than himself. I suppose that is a common fantasy of girls like myself who grew up as the eldest and never had a proper mentor. I recall an incident in the story… Read more Talking About Christmas Ahead of Time →
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