Wednesday, July 26, 2017

MY PERSONAL EVOLUTION

As usual, I've been reading. The topic was the theory of evolution and the survival of the fittest versus intelligent design.
Like most people, I grew up seeing the chart of ape to man and was taught that earth's origins began with the big bang. I was told that all that I see began with primordial ooze.
The problem is, there are too many gaps and too many leaps to make this believable. How many cells had to develop and be found to be useful and thus retained to develop a single eye? Hundreds? Thousands?
I can accept that animals that don't necessarily need eyes do not have the vision of a human. I can accept that a human doesn't have the vision of an eagle. But I can't fathom how simple cells could develop into such complexity. Did nature determine that a means to see the world meant the necessity of incorporating a multitude of individual cells each performing a specific purpose in unison could be achieved all at one time?
Speaking of eyes, looking into the eyes of a fellow human being or a dog or a cat I see something that is not physical. I see sentience. I see a living being that is capable of joy, anger, jealousy, love.



Emotions have been explained as a result of chemicals in the brain. Certainly, there are drugs that alter those chemical levels and thus alter mood. I accept that fact. However, my next question is this,
What chemicals make it possible for me to even think about these things? Does that soul exist? Could a soul have been developed from primordial ooze?
Personally, I do believe in intelligent design. I believe that certain features of all species have changed over time to adapt to their environment. I do not see evidence that one species developed into another. I do not see the desire to live as having a molecular component but rather as a feature of the soul.
Life is a truly wondrous thing and I obviously do not have the answers to the questions that have been asked since at least all of recorded history but I do believe that the answers that I feel I have work for me and that releases chemicals in my brain (ie. I am happy with that.)

Monday, July 17, 2017

WINGED FRIENDS

One might believe from my recent posts that I dislike winged creatures. Not true. I don't like them in my house. I love to listen to them singing. I really enjoy those that come to visit the trees near the porch. I have a hummingbird that stops by regularly, multitudes of robins and starlings. Last year I had a pair of cardinals that would wander out on the lower branches and watch me watching them.
Last night I had a new pair of visitors. They stayed for several hours.
These thrushes didn't really sing, they made more of a chirp/clicking sound. They seemed to be as curious about me as I was about them.
Even as I sit here sharing this picture with you, I can hear one of our local woodpeckers working over the fence post across the road.
It is peaceful here, but by no means silent.

Saturday, July 8, 2017

NO PLACE LIKE HOME

Well folks, vacation time has passed. A long weekend listening to music and chilling at Jazzberry Farm, a few days of work and then a week in Delaware enjoying the ocean! Whew.
I really like getting away but I also like coming home. Home is my favorite place to be. I am very lucky and grateful to be able to say that.
Home sweet home! I was eager to get back but I was certain that the cat would be certain to give me attitude upon my return. She didn't let me down. After an hour or so of demanding attention she finally lay herself down to relax. I thought I was off the hook but of course she had other ideas.
I discovered her evil plot before bedtime rolled around, thank goodness. Next to my bed where I normally would be walking in the dark was her welcome home gift for me.
I swear I saw her smile!
Dead birdie removed, I decided to stay up late to watch some TV before retiring for the night. While I was enjoying America's Got Talent, I saw something in my peripheral vision. "No," I thought, "This is not happening." But it was. BAT!!
I had the commonsense to open the door wide in hopes it would fly out but that still meant sharing space with the flying rodent in the meantime. I must have made a comical figure crouching and bobbing (because of course that is how you avoid a bat) as I made my way to the door.
I wasn't entirely sure that the creature had gone outside. Perhaps it had gone upstairs. When I went to bed I pulled the sheets over my head. I'm so good at self-defense against a bat....ha ha ha.
There certainly is no place like home!