In lieu of something original, here's a word I learned today:
henotheism \HEN-uh-thee-iz-um\ noun: the worship of one god without denying the existence of other gods
Example sentence:
During certain periods of Egyptian history, the pharaohs and their subjects practiced henotheism.
Did you know?
"Henotheism" comes to us from the German word "Henotheismus," which in turn is derived from Greek "hen-" ("one") and "theos" ("god"). Someone who engages in henotheism worships one god but does not deny that there are others. Max Müller, a respected 19th-century scholar, is credited with promoting the word "henotheism" as a counterpart to "polytheism" ("belief in or worship of more than one god") and "monotheism" ("the doctrine or belief that there is but one God"). Müller also used the related word "kathenotheism," from Greek "kath' hena" ("one at a time"), for the worship of several gods successively.
*Indicates the sense illustrated in the example sentence.
I just bought tickets to the True Colors concert, featuring Cyndi Lauper, and I'm taking my kids! I first heard about the tour a few months ago but didn't think I could go, as the closest venues were Chicago and Toronto. I tried to figure a way to get to Canada to see her but the timing was wrong. I heard on the radio yesterday that they added a date in Columbus and tickets went on sale today.
Cyndi Lauper has always been one of my favorite artists and I'm not talking about that crap (seriously, most of it was not worthy of her) she put out in the 80's. I have several of her CDs, including "Sisters of Avalon". She's got quite a few songs that make me suspicious of her spiritual leanings. "Sisters" is just one of them.
Anyhow, I'm stoked and wanted to share my news with some of my closest, most dearest friends I've never met!
I've been waiting - I've been watching I've been learning from the lines on my hand and the shape that it's made in I've been thinking - Dangerous occupation For a mind that is circling the signs that say "Road Less Taken"
Every moment, every story, every dream every touch - Celebrates Life, celebrates lust - I want to celebrate each moment until I'm blown to dust
I've been waking to the story All the stars in the sky are like runes and they're speaking my language And the message I'm receiving is as old as the dream of desire at the heart of creation
I want celebrate the building of a deepening trust, celebrate life, celebrate lust I want to celebrate each moment until I've blown to dust
I want taste it all - Drink all the radiant faces in Even the "could-bes" and "might-have-beens" - I want taste it all I want to taste it all - walk under cedars in mountain mist Linger an hour on every kiss - I want to taste it all - Taste it all
I've been thinking - about movement - How the time between lives can be slow like the time is for mountains And the moment is forever and a lifetime is nothing but flashes of light on a fountain
Every moment, every story, every dream every touch - Celebrates Life, celebrates lust - I never knew that it was possible to take in this much
I want taste it all - Drink all the radiant faces in Even the "could be's" and "might have beens" - I want taste it all I want to taste it all - walk under cedars in mountain mist Linger an hour on every kiss - I want to taste it all - Taste it all
Or "Hey, Jackal, Yer Spirit Guide is Pooping in My Yard Again!"
Yeah, so about a year ago, an opossum was living in the woodpile behind the neighbor's shed. EVERY night, it would trundle under the fence to my yard and feast on ... whatever opossums eat. I have a mole infestation (I feel sorry for them, so haven't tried to get rid of them), so maybe they dine on moles? Anyhow, he'd come over in the dead of night and my dogs would go absolutely crazy. It was kind of cool, against the grass he looked white, but against the snow, he looked dirty grey. I don't begrudge him whatever he ate from my yard but I did begrudge him the sleep I lost.
Then he disappeared. I assumed the neighbors got rid of him.
Two nights ago, he returned. How do I know? My dogs have been going nuts again at night and last night he came so close to the house that we could see him from Alison's bedroom window.
Jackal, come get your damned possum, will ya? I need my beauty sleep.
