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I received this (above) lovely photo from Susan W of an old-fashioned city lamp seen through trees at night.
It made me recall the pix Karen P sent of her son and daughter-in-law at their wedding a few years ago. They lit and sailed paper lanterns propelled by small candles which (hopefully) flickered out when they flew high enough.
Which of course, reminded me of the paper lanterns at my kids’ wedding.
I don’t walk around noticing spheres and globes, but the image is just unusual enough to bring similar images to mind.
I have been thinking about spheres since last night (more than I ever did before in my life, that’s for sure) and isn’t it interesting this particular shape is so often about celebrating;
Christmas Tree ornaments, paper globes for weddings. Balloons!
Spheres are a shape that signals relaxation: backyard paper lanterns, those strings of (so-called) Chinese lights one hangs on their camping trailer carport in the summer?
We play sports with balls.
Jewelry is strung together spheres of jewels, felt, pearls, cloisonné, wood and so on.
The first thing a kid or potter makes with clay - is a sphere, a globe.
Snowmen and snow ladies
Apples, berries, and citrus.
In a world filled with boxes, oblongs, circles, and the Golden Mean – a sphere is unusual in it’s symmetry and perfection.
So today I am looking at photos some of you have sent, and some that I have, that are globes. Is there something about this shape that is whole, special, safe and sound? Is it because we live on one?
Who knows?
Isn’t it curious?
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Karen P.
“We become what we behold. We shape our tools, and thereafter our tools shape us.” ― Marshall McLuhan
“Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.” ― Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi
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Photo by me, from the morning of the day our son was married several years ago.
“There is geometry in the humming of the strings, there is music in the spacing of the spheres.” Pythagoras
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Karen, P. This photo is either from Hawaii or Chesterton, Indiana.
“What if it's the there
and not the here
that I long for?
The wander
and not the wait,
the magic
in the lost feet
stumbling down
the faraway street
and the way the moon
never hangs
quite the same.”
― Tyler Knott Gregson, Chasers of the Light: Poems from the Typewriter Series
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The plywood Christmas tree Len made when the kids were little.
"The Earth reminded us of a Christmas tree ornament hanging in the blackness of space. As we got farther and farther away it diminished in size. Finally, it shrank to the size of a marble, the most beautiful marble you can imagine. " James Irwin, the 8th astronaut to walk on the moon.
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NASA
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How to listen to my sermon of last Sunday:
You can go directly to the congregational YouTube channel, which can be found by clicking here: https://youtu.be/xpaQHNXkYi0
That will get you to the recording directly.
Be patient, the music and service start at 1 minute; 15 seconds...
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