<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:22:04.741-08:00</updated><category term='NYTimes Magazine'/><category term='Judas/NYTimes/Bible/EFM'/><category term='NoComment/ScottHorton/Harpers/Poems'/><category term='Hildegard de Bingen/No Comment/Harpers'/><category term='Religious Left/ Rauschenbusch/SocialJustice'/><category term='Harpers/ScottHorton/Voltaire/JaneAustin/Sorcery'/><title type='text'>Beth's Photos.  Punk</title><subtitle type='html'>Random theological reflection using words, images, reflections, poems, personal missteps and "aha"s, and bits &amp; pieces culled from what I am reading.  And then some.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-52799083503627094</id><published>2008-01-07T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:36:30.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hildegard de Bingen/No Comment/Harpers'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hildegard’s Vision, from the Scivias Codex (1174)                                                                                                                                                    And behold, in the forty-third year of my passing course, while I was intent upon a heavenly vision with great fear and tremulous effort, I saw a great splendour, in which a voice came from heaven </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/52799083503627094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/52799083503627094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#52799083503627094' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sTqVIl4_vmA/R4MYZlhaLEI/AAAAAAAACtk/QR90XAZnNGE/s72-c/hildegard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-2534203431070234901</id><published>2007-12-01T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T21:42:36.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harpers/ScottHorton/Voltaire/JaneAustin/Sorcery'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Voltaire on the Modern SorceryLe conseiller Courtin lui demanda de quel charme elle s’était servie pour ensorceler la reine: Galigaï, indignée contre le conseiller, et un peu mécontente de Marie de Médicis, répondit: « Mon sortilège a été le pouvoir que les âmes fortes doivent avoir sur les esprits faibles. » Cette réponse ne la sauva pas; quelques juges eurent assez de lumières et d’équité pour </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/2534203431070234901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/2534203431070234901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#2534203431070234901' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sTqVIl4_vmA/R1JED4NYv2I/AAAAAAAAClk/1dwU0u5sUhI/s72-c/r684770600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-450564017965044613</id><published>2007-12-01T10:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T10:38:18.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judas/NYTimes/Bible/EFM'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Op-Ed Contributor   Gospel Truth     function getSharePasskey() { return 'ex=1354251600&amp;en=91c478a2d5fb0116&amp;ei=5124';}  function getShareURL() {  return encodeURIComponent('http://www.nytimes.com/2007/12/01/opinion/01deconink.html'); } function getShareHeadline() {  return encodeURIComponent('Gospel Truth'); } function getShareDescription() {    return encodeURIComponent('While National </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/450564017965044613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/450564017965044613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#450564017965044613' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sTqVIl4_vmA/R1GpXINYvzI/AAAAAAAAClM/I8sseDKoJHc/s72-c/judaskiss-giotto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-9121110284960842357</id><published>2007-10-22T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T18:44:07.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NoComment/ScottHorton/Harpers/Poems'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>بني آدم اعضاي يك پیکرند، که در آفرينش ز يك گوهرند                                                                                                                        چو عضوى به درد آورد روزگار، دگر عضوها را نماند قرار                                                                                                                        تو کزمحنت دیگران بی غمی، نشاید که نامت نهند آدمی</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/9121110284960842357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/9121110284960842357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#9121110284960842357' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sTqVIl4_vmA/Rx1RavbiSdI/AAAAAAAACZ4/3D7-S8DFoXU/s72-c/burningathogmanay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-4087590584847853012</id><published>2007-10-21T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T20:08:06.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious Left/ Rauschenbusch/SocialJustice'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>October 21, 2007 Essay  Mobilizing the Religious Left   By ALAN WOLFE           Suppose you view the United States as filled with glaring inequalities and dominated by corrupt politicians. Suppose you are also a Christian who believes that “the Church is to be the incarnation of the Christ-spirit on earth.” Would you link your two causes?  Walter Rauschenbusch, the leader of the Social Gospel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/4087590584847853012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/4087590584847853012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4087590584847853012' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sTqVIl4_vmA/RxwSJfbiSWI/AAAAAAAACZA/rmBr8LTbrT4/s72-c/wolf450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-5098647609242929755</id><published>2007-08-19T06:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T06:41:10.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYTimes Magazine'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>August 19, 2007   The Politics of God   By MARK LILLA            I. “The Will of God Will Prevail” The twilight of the idols has been postponed. For more than two centuries, from the American and French Revolutions to the collapse of Soviet Communism, world politics revolved around eminently political problems. War and revolution, class and social justice, race and national identity — these were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/5098647609242929755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/5098647609242929755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#5098647609242929755' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sTqVIl4_vmA/RshHUIGXX-I/AAAAAAAAB54/cjbzfN5jYnA/s72-c/19religion450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-4067146265625718941</id><published>2007-01-25T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:19:05.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Celtic SpiritualityFebruary 01, 2006       Celtic Worship:  Introduction, Festivals and Funerals           The United Church of Canada is fortunate to have a remarkable resource for Celtic Worship in the person of Ivan Gregan (Seumas Eoin).  One of the strongest worship experiences I can remember occurred in a Celtic Worship led by Ivan in Waterloo, very late one hot night in late Spring a couple</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/4067146265625718941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/4067146265625718941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#4067146265625718941' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-116780541115661499</id><published>2007-01-02T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T22:30:04.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Free Will:Now You Have it Now You Don'tJanuary 2, 2007   Free Will: Now You Have It, Now You Don’t   By DENNIS OVERBYE           I was a free man until they brought the dessert menu around. There was one of those molten chocolate cakes, and I was suddenly being dragged into a vortex, swirling helplessly toward caloric doom, sucked toward the edge of a black (chocolate) hole. Visions of my father’</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116780541115661499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116780541115661499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116780541115661499' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-116771414994003115</id><published>2007-01-01T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:02:29.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>       Jane's Bingo! Award for Most Informative Book of 2006                      READ MORE: England, United States, Jane Smiley, Virginia, Washington, George W. Bush, Scotland, Britain, Al Gore, Pennsylvania, Ulster                     At the end of a busy year, I am indulging myself in a lengthy analytical post about who we Americans are and how we got that way. I request your patience--the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116771414994003115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116771414994003115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116771414994003115' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-116743015485346700</id><published>2006-12-29T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T14:09:15.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The NT Words in Question     There are two NT Greek words which are translated repentance     in modern English translations: metanoia (and its verbal counterpart metanoeo„„) and metamelomai.     The former term is so translated fifty-eight times in the NT; the latter only six times.     The much wider use of metanoia has led me to give it greater attention in this     article.     The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116743015485346700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116743015485346700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116743015485346700' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-116517477289149959</id><published>2006-12-03T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T11:39:40.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Know A Metaphor When I See Oneby Joan ChittisterDec 1, 2006Road to Damascus Still A Place For ConversionsThe movie "Everest," now showing at the local IMAX theater, sent chills down my spine. There, in the middle of the Himalayas, a group of climbers found themselves blocked on their way to the summit by a fracture in the snow 90 feet deep. The crevasse was too wide to jump, but at the same </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116517477289149959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116517477289149959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116517477289149959' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-116517402722288044</id><published>2006-12-03T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T11:27:07.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Advent speaks to the power of smallness - ColumnJoan Chittister  It's Advent again. And if anyone cares about Advent, Americans should.  Advent may have more to do with American life than any other season of the year. Yet, Advent remains the period of spiritual preparation that is too often least appreciated, little understood and commonly ignored.  One of the problems with Advent is that it gets</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116517402722288044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116517402722288044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116517402722288044' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-116517009078129630</id><published>2006-12-03T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T10:21:31.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ethics as LoveIt is not often enough noted that this capacity to love intentionally, with the whole of one's being, is what makes a human being godlike. If man is made in the image of God -- and this is the view of both the Judaic and the Christian teaching -- it means he is built to be capable of love. "God is love."                                                                JudaismHere one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116517009078129630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116517009078129630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116517009078129630' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-116494954224332894</id><published>2006-11-30T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:05:55.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Sabbath           We commonly know Sabbath as a day of rest corresponding to the Biblical seventh day of creation, in which "God finished the work that he had done, and he rested on the seventh day from all the work that he had done. So God blessed the seventh day and hallowed it, because on it God rested from all the work that he had done in creation." (Genesis 2:1-3) The Hebrew word </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116494954224332894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116494954224332894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116494954224332894' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-116490962030608388</id><published>2006-11-30T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T10:00:23.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What follows is a quote from Arthur Silber,  and many links that take us on a tour of his mind. This blog has a kind of perennial identity crisis,  partly because I have been using it as a receptacle for things that interest me but don't have a place to go yet.   In the EFM program,  we are encouraged to guide thought along theological lines,  and to do exercises of reflection.  The reflections </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116490962030608388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116490962030608388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116490962030608388' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-116335806029394381</id><published>2006-11-12T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:01:00.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To every people the land is given on condition. Perceived or not, there is a Covenant, beyond the constitution, beyond sovereign guarantee, beyond the nation's sweetest dreams of itself. The Covenant is broken, the condition is dishonoured, have you not noticed that the world has been taken away? You have no place, you will wander through yourselves from generation to generation without a thread.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116335806029394381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116335806029394381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116335806029394381' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-116253368785863782</id><published>2006-11-02T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:01:27.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    All Souls' Day 2 November           All Soul's Day is the last day of a triduum (a three-day celebration) of commemorations of the dead dating back to pre-Christian eras. Starting with the Eve of All Hallow's (Halloween) then continuing to All Saints Day.  The  pre-Christian Celts of northern Europe held a three day festival known as Samhain, during which they paid particular attention to the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116253368785863782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116253368785863782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116253368785863782' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-116234842141313253</id><published>2006-10-31T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:33:41.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>St. Jerome is best known as a fourth century translator of the Bible from its original languages into Latin, then becoming the language of the ChurchJEROMEIn Dürer’s engravingYou sit hunched over your desk,writing, with an extraneoushalo around your head.You have everything you need: a mindat ease with itself, and the generoussunlight on pen, page, ink,the few chairs, the vellum-bound books,the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116234842141313253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116234842141313253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116234842141313253' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-116183744353708679</id><published>2006-10-24T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T21:41:36.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Photo by www.justinknightphoto.comOur State of Desperation in IraqTo the Editor:I applaud you for a serious treatment of our last best hope to extricate ourselves from the mess that is Iraq (editorial, Oct. 24).Unfortunately, our executive branch seems incapable of truthful reflection. Any sort of truthful admission of error is still light-years away. At every turn, this administration has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116183744353708679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116183744353708679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116183744353708679' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-116174739451567023</id><published>2006-10-24T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T20:36:34.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are a Hunter SoulYou are driven and ambitious - totally self motiviated to succeedActively working to acheive what you want, you are skillful in many areas.You are a natural predator with strong instincts ... and more than a little demanding.You are creative, energetic, and an extremely powerful force.An outdoors person, you like animals and relate to them better than people.You tend to have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116174739451567023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116174739451567023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116174739451567023' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-116174666167280399</id><published>2006-10-24T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T20:24:21.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Sexy Brazilian Name is:Luciana ArósioWhat's Your Sexy Brazilian Name?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116174666167280399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116174666167280399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116174666167280399' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-116114813123808197</id><published>2006-10-17T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:08:51.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Desert Fathers    Antony                                    I know that this Sunday will be the feast of St. Teresa of Avila (who I wrote about here last October 15th), but when I hear the Gospel reading this coming weekend at Mass, I will--in part--be thinking about St. Antony of Egypt (a.k.a. St. Anthony of Egypt, or also either spelling with "of the Desert," or "the Abbot"), the "original </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116114813123808197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116114813123808197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116114813123808197' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-116113541961225299</id><published>2006-10-17T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:37:07.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                                       &lt;!--                 if (document.getElementById) {    document.getElementById('picGalleryNoScript_8').style.display = 'none';   }             //--&gt; SlacktivistOct 16, 2006       All dogs go to heaven           From comments, toxicfur writes:  When I was a kid and my first pet (a rabbit) died, I made a comment that at least I'd be able to see</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116113541961225299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116113541961225299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116113541961225299' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-116071436637907422</id><published>2006-10-12T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T21:40:18.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(from Rigorous Intuition)      Fight the Real Enemy                                  Gonna raise me an army, some tough sons of bitchesI'll recruit my army from the orphanages - Bob DylanIn the United States, in the forshortened weeks before its next post-modern election, every action appears to have an equal and opposite distraction. Telling one from the other, that's the hardest thing.This time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116071436637907422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116071436637907422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116071436637907422' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-116071379264155736</id><published>2006-10-12T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:02:16.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>{from Rigorous Intuition}"A few months ago I read a book by Charles Upton that was pubished by Sophia Perennis press. The author Upton and this book have been mentioned by a number of posters on this site before as being relevant to most of the topics of discussion that are a focus of Rig Int. The first time through it, I was a bit skeptical. After reading the book through carefully once, I wasn’</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116071379264155736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116071379264155736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116071379264155736' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-116002453189692327</id><published>2006-10-04T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T22:06:57.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                morningstar,  rock ,  vine,  and bread                                      &lt;!--                 if (document.getElementById) {    document.getElementById('picGalleryNoScript_5').style.display = 'none';   }             //--&gt;                          A French-Syrian archaeological mission discovers decoratedhuman skulls dating back to 9,500 years ago near Damascus.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116002453189692327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/116002453189692327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116002453189692327' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-115976023236014703</id><published>2006-10-01T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T20:37:12.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANGELIC INFORMATION(from Monastic Mumblings)    Michael and All Angels            Today is the Feast day of Michael and all Angels.  This is the first since my younger brother,  Michael as joined that vast throng in heaven, and is especially important to me.   The Bible tells us that God's creation is vast and richer than we can know in our simple minds. There are beings that worship God in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/115976023236014703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/115976023236014703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115976023236014703' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-115881372994508603</id><published>2006-09-20T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:42:09.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monastic Mumblings on Job    Ancient Religion           This morning during my Office, I was reading Job 29:1-20.    Some scholars feel that Job is the oldest book in the Sacred Scriptures, perhaps written before Moses (pre 1500 B.C.).  Others put it at the time of Solomon (ca. 900 B.C.), and some even as late as the Babylonian Exile or later (post 600 B.C.).  Whenever it was written, this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/115881372994508603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/115881372994508603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115881372994508603' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-115881303466495357</id><published>2006-09-20T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:33:46.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Part II  Slacktivist : Niebuhr &amp; HumanSep 15, 2006              Human readers                   (One last thing on Niebuhr, then we'll move on, I promise.)  Reinhold Niebuhr is regarded as a "Neo-Orthodox" theologian. The "neo" there doesn't mean that he presented a new orthodoxy, but refers rather to the way that his profound consideration of sin and human nature was a reassertion of the classic</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/115881303466495357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/115881303466495357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115881303466495357' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-115881263797411518</id><published>2006-09-20T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:23:57.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Only human                   "Good pitching will beat good hitting any time, and vice versa."-- Bob Veale  Some interesting discussion recently in comments about human nature, specifically around the perennial question: Are people basically good?  That's a perennial question, but perhaps not a very helpful one.  The answer we Christians give is "Yes." And also "No."  The Yes part has to do, in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/115881263797411518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/115881263797411518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115881263797411518' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-115717780289223652</id><published>2006-09-01T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T23:16:42.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From 'The Old Bill'Cynewulf's list of gifts                   Interesting how in every age and context we perceive the gifts of the Spirit differently, certain things stand out, other stuff fades. In the late 8th or early 9th centuries the ability to write or navigate a boat got in there. Neither made any of Paul's lists.  But Cynewulf included them.  Here's a bit that Cyn wrote:The earth-creator</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/115717780289223652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/115717780289223652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115717780289223652' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-115670394103438009</id><published>2006-08-27T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T11:39:01.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The word  "faith"  (Greek :  pistis)  is prominent in this verse  (Romans 1:16 -- 4: 25).  We should note that behind various nouns in the NRSV such as "faith"  "belief"  and "trust"   with their related verbs  (have faith -- "believe"  and  "trust") -- there lies a single Greek word,  pist--.  This root is generally used in the LXX to translate a Hebrew word that relates to notions of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/115670394103438009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/115670394103438009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115670394103438009' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-115661521450939443</id><published>2006-08-26T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:26:34.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am reclaiming THIS blog --- I've been posting more to the other blogs ,  because those are the trains of thought that I've been following.I forgot about this one,   but ,  the last post was right about this time of year last year,   going back to EFM,  feeling unprepared and  unfocused.  So ,  why not pick up that thread,  and use the blog to gather my thinking about the materials,  the people,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/115661521450939443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/115661521450939443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115661521450939443' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-110593327197597916</id><published>2005-01-16T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:14:44.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is from Chapter 13, Year four EFM:"Charles Darwin wrote Origin of Species in the context of Hegelianism. Althoughhe came to his views independently of Hegel, Darwin's theory of the evolution of living species by means of natural selection partakes of Hegel's notion of the dialectical movement of history,  a worldview in which process is the dominant motif.The concept that change is a major </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/110593327197597916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/110593327197597916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110593327197597916' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-109501346546578716</id><published>2004-09-12T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:22:43.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Daily Manna from the 'Net - Sunday, September 12, 2004Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen. And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, with whom you were sealed for the day of redemption. Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/109501346546578716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/109501346546578716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109501346546578716' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-108570939848646953</id><published>2004-05-27T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T13:27:48.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Celtic saints of earlier centuries made much of the idea of peregrinatio, a difficult-to-translate word that suggests an open-ended journey. It was not uncommon for medieval Irish monks to set out with no destination; they left with only the simple impulse to go and seek... the idea was to learn to live as travelers, pilgrims, "guests of the world," as sixth-century Irishman Saint Columbanus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/108570939848646953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/108570939848646953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108570939848646953' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-108570915658474948</id><published>2004-05-27T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T13:21:33.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the book, Dakota.Some of my very favorite bits from Dakota, by Kathleen Norris. The last part never fails to make me laugh:Is It You, Again?True hospitality is marked by an open response to the dignity of each and every person. Henri Nouwen has described it as receiving the stranger on his terms, and asserts that it can be offered only by those who “have found the center of their lives in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/108570915658474948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/108570915658474948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108570915658474948' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-108182893237227601</id><published>2004-04-12T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T13:17:44.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it." - Georges Duhamel, The Heart's Domain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/108182893237227601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/108182893237227601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108182893237227601' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-108182882938312199</id><published>2004-04-12T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T13:09:16.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If these are the creatures, what must the creator be like?"- St. Francis of Assisi looking at the stars, quoted by Richard Rohr</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/108182882938312199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/108182882938312199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108182882938312199' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-108182872155062287</id><published>2004-04-12T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T13:04:22.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Walking is the single best way to experience the here and now. It mimics the beating heart, a rhythm in which the body takes obvious delight. Walking is also the best place by which our senses can take in the world. We hear conversations, see faces, taste the humid air, sense a change in the weather."- William Vitek, Preservation magazine,  from The Utne editorial (November - December 2003)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/108182872155062287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/108182872155062287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108182872155062287' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-108182863828219317</id><published>2004-04-12T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T12:58:54.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"But I'll push myself up through the dirt and shake my petals free  I'm resolved to being born and so resigned to bravery." - Dar Williams, Spring Street, The Green World</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/108182863828219317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/108182863828219317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108182863828219317' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-108182849421044567</id><published>2004-04-12T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:51:04.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One ArtThe art of losing isn't hard to master;so many things seem filled with the intentto be lost that their loss is no disaster.Lose something every day. Accept the flusterof lost door keys, the hour badly spent.The art of losing isn't hard to master.Then practice losing farther, losing faster:places, and names, and where it was you meantto travel. None of these will bring disaster.I lost my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/108182849421044567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/108182849421044567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108182849421044567' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-108165895023351274</id><published>2004-04-10T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:44:13.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Insight Information</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/108165895023351274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/108165895023351274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108165895023351274' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-107990679633530094</id><published>2004-03-21T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:39:09.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These are notes for EFM about Luther and the protestant reformation."In saying that he hated God, Luther felt himself guilty of the unforgivable sin of blasphemy, but he also found it difficult to reconcile himself to a seemingly capricious God...... Staupitz gave Luther two insights drawn from his realist and mystical background during the time of his struggle in the monastery, and Luther never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/107990679633530094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/107990679633530094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107990679633530094' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-107931982551207770</id><published>2004-03-14T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:34:22.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>March 14, 2004 //After church today, a lady (in context of another conversation) said, that her husband never liked it when people had fun at church. That  it was supposed to be serious. Well --- they need to have fun, especially if it is serious.  Or because it is serious.  Or especially because.....I thought of the Yoga aphorism about Yoga being practice.  I think that that is the main thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/107931982551207770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/107931982551207770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107931982551207770' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-107440092482281774</id><published>2004-01-17T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:30:54.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know, Shalin set up this blog for me , and then blogger said it wasn't able to put up photos, so instead we went to photolog.net.  But since I now have this second blog, maybe I'll see what I can do with it.. Hmmm. Maybe this will be about the yoga business Beverly and I are sort of getting launched. Nature of reality and all that.  What is worth doing?  What good can we get into together?  I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/107440092482281774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/107440092482281774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107440092482281774' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276774.post-107439938358719944</id><published>2004-01-17T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:27:23.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>January  17 , 2004Reading a weblog quoting from Oliver Sacks essay describing the way the brain translates raw reality into perception &amp; consciousness: "Instead of seeing the brain as rigid, fixed in mode, programmed like a computer, there is now a much more biological and powerful notion of "experiential selection," of experience literally shaping the connectivity and function of the brain (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/107439938358719944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276774/posts/default/107439938358719944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photobeth.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107439938358719944' title=''/><author><name>beth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNkU6t75dsg/TmQHvDBKtUI/AAAAAAAAHGc/BPA_-TdHX18/s220/Beth.Beach.profile.pic.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
