Thoughts of a Seeker

Here I ponder as the last days of this century fall away. We await – anxiously – nonchalantly – the roll of digits, wondering if we have boxed ourselves in or managed to keep an outlet open out of the darkening canyon. Suddenly realizing that while time itself is fluid and ever-changing, the artifact known as the calendar – in this day and age – is not. It took concerted effort for millions of people to ignore the little memory glitch of two-digit years for these past – let's say – two decades, for that is when computer memory began to blossom. Concerted effort. I've always considered myself a great procrastinator, but I think I've been out-shown by the millions of people who must have kept saying to themselves, we'll think about it tomorrow. Shades of Scarlet O'Hara!

About three weeks ago, I read an email that was disquietening, particularly for someone with more than a smattering of scientific knowledge. Since then, I keep reminding myself to keep positively creative thoughts uppermost and not get lost to obsessing or spend a lot of time dancing in a squirrel's cage of concerned thoughts. (By the way, since when do we keep squirrels caged? Why isn't it hamster's cage or mouse cage? One of those rhetorical questions.) Since I'm not an obsessor by nature and I haven't had to focus on worrying for at least seven years, it feels odd to wage this particular battle.

In my newspaper scanning this first week of December, I'm reading many headlines that toss off any concerns that problems will be experienced. Well, maybe so; at least, I hope for many peoples' sake, that those headlines will be true. I'm still planning to put the January issue of Seeker on-line before New Year's Day, though.

Changes of subject: I learned stuff this month, thanks to Dave Milligan's research of St. Brigid – and the Celtic goddess Brigid. Brigid who became canonized seems very apt for this season. Dave is a history graduate and was exploring his own Celtic roots when he experienced what he called an "affinity" for the story of St. Brigid and decided to delve into it.

I was talking with one of the members of the "Conversations with God" group that we used to be part of, and we got to enumerating the regular attendees and seeing what has happened to them during the two years since I joined the group. Two have made a relationship, two are in the throes of marriage break-ups, three have quit the work they were doing or radically changed their method of business, and two broke up close relationships. Well, at least I was fancy-free when I joined and still am, more or less. On that chipper note, I'm calling it a night.

Cherie
Editor