Old, New, and Equal: Rest In Power, Notorious RBG

With the death of Ruth Bader Ginsberg (RBG) this weekend — and on the Jewish High Holy Day of Rosh Hashanah — it seems appropriate to tie this post to this “Trifecta of Thought”: an Old Testament Bible reading as nod to Ginsberg’s faith, my own humble, Christian belief, and a few comments about RBG’s passing and legacy.

This approach might have some folks dropping off this blog, or at the least dismissing the stream of thought out of hand…well, if yes, so be it. This moment demands attention and insight; especially in this time of challenge and sacrifice and loss, we must…we MUST, share out thoughts. These are the thoughts that pretty easily rushed to the fore thinking about all this.

From Leviticus 23:23-32, the Biblical verse that decree the Jewish holiday, mentioned, it’s written in part, “…you shall observe a day of complete rest, a holy convocation commemorated with trumpet blasts.”

As RBG entered into eternal rest, we remember the trumpet she blasted in our society for decades to further the Rule of Law, and to insure that legal protections were given to all people, and in particular to women. Maybe it’s fitting that she exited this world on this day, the dawn of a new year on the Jewish Calendar.

From her early professional days as a professor in law school — incidentally, named the first woman given a tenured position at Columbia Law School; and after being the only woman in her law school class at Harvard — she responded to the circumstances, to the moment.

To those who considered the affirmative action a bad thing — that very precedent that helped her progress to more equal professional footing — she would later write “a bit delightedly, ‘that at last, the days of ‘negative action’ are over.'” Indeed, for the whole of her career she spoke intelligently, pointedly, and ever with the belief that well-considered opinions needed to be shared. I read in more than one account this weekend a central tenet that Ginsberg held even in legal dissent on matters before the Supreme Court, where she served for well more than 20 years. The belief was that an opinion, even in dissent, would further the dialogue on the topic well into the future (and long after she was dead and gone).

And so, Ginsberg’s belief that equality was, IS, for all people in society, and especially women,

this thinking also seems to ring true to me in relation to Christian thought. After all, Jesus taught that all people were, ARE, equal before God. Simple, obvious, Truth.

And considering in particular the role that women played in the Jesus story, the place women held in the progression of his life and death, it seems clear that women are indeed not just equal, but more appropriately thought leaders, people of action and support and DOING in society. And they should be not only listened to, but examples to be followed.

Amen AMEN.

Rest In Peace, Ruth Bader Ginsberg. Rest in the Power you gave so many. And we know, you will continue to give that power to so many. That is one of the lasting gifts you’ve left us.

Truth & Equality. Rest In Power.

Amen AMEN.

The Universe and The Time: Carpe Diem, Vita Brevis: Seize the Day, Life is Short

From The Universe and The Time blog: “Carpe Diem, Vita Brevis” in other words, “Seize the Day, Life is Short”~

I stumbled across this blog a while back. Another iteration of a reminder we all need frequently – make the most each day; relish in the ordinary; we know not the hour or the day it will all be over, so make hay while you can.


And for the blog itself,
— Read on: theuniverseandthetime.blogspot.com/2013/02/carpe-diem-vita-brevis-seize-day-life.html

1st Grade Sit-in

Our younger daughter has ups and downs with distance learning so far. Our other children, too. Maybe most kids do.

Not made easier by the two-way bilingual dynamic for the program she’s in.

Recently I sat with our six year old as she began her school day.

“Mariana Mariana…” the kids repeat.

I sit quietly on the side with my earbuds plugged into my daughter’s pink headset.

She’s a bit of a sleepy head right now. Deep into the week, a little earlier to bed might help. There’s a lot of yawning, a lot of fidgeting. And it’s only been 15 minutes.

Pandemic Life doesn’t make the kids’ days any easier. Bad air from surrounding wildfires don’t help.

I wonder how much these circumstances effect her experience. I bet a lot. A WHOLE lot. But that’s not the last word, either.

The situation isn’t ideal, but that’s life. Supporting through it, that’s God’s Grace in action.

Please work through me, Lord.

Lyrics Post: “Ants Marching”

This song wasn’t the first I heard by Dave Matthews, but it probably was the one that hooked me to his music.

“He wakes up in the morning

Does his teeth bite to eat and he’s rolling

Never changes a thing

The week ends the week begins

She thinks, we look at each other

Wondering what the other is thinking

But we never say a thing

These crimes between us grow deeper

Take these chances

Place them in a box until a quieter time

Lights down, you up and die

Goes to visit his mommy

She feeds him well his concerns

He forgets them

And remembers being small

Playing under the table and dreaming

Take these chances

Place them in a box until a quieter time

Lights down, you up and die

Driving in on this highway

All these cars end up on the sidewalk

People in every direction

No words exchanged

No time to exchange

And all the little ants are marching

Red and black antennas waving

They all do it the same

They all do it the same way

Candyman tempting the thoughts of a

Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss

Program cutting the corners

Loose end, loose end, cut, cut

On the fence, could not to offend

Cut, cut, cut, cut

Take these chances

Place them in a box until a quieter time

Lights down, you up and die

Lights down, you up and die”


Parents have been doing it forever; more broadly speaking, caregivers of kids have been doing it forever.

It’s how we support them. It’s also how we support each other. Chip in; come through when needed; be a go-to person, reliable, some one others can count on. Someone your kids can count on.

What happens next? Kids feel that sense of continuity and security. They feel the stability, they feel safe. And when this is so, children thrive.

It’s all in the hand-off.

This Is Community

We received this letter in the mail recently; it’s the second such letter since the pandemic took hold and shelter in place began.

The message this letter conveys is, “We’re in this situation together. There are people and organizations that want to help those in need; there are people Rut want to help you.

Let’s get through this together. We’re better as a community.


Bonus Monday! Lyrics Post: “Outside” Aaron Lewis

Not typical to have a lyrics post for Monday on this blog. But given the busy weekend and forefront these words took in my head well…I thought I should share.

I saw Staind twice in their prime, a long while back. Wasn’t really into them, but my buddy wanted to see them, and I love live music, and if he called a rally, I’d be in if I could…so I was twice for Staind…accidental awesome, I’d say.

And I’d say it was more awesome to think back to seeing them…and then, seeing Aaron Lewis solo years later.

Whether back then, or more recently, Alt Rock or Quasi-Country, he’s a great singer / songwriter, at least in my book. So here’s one that goes way back, and bridges the gap…

And this one rang true all weekend for me,

So now, it’s for you.


“And you, you bring me to my knees, oh yea…

All this time, I could beg you please, oh yea,

All the times, that I felt insecure, oh yea,

And I leave, my burden at the door,

I’m on the outside, I’m looking in,

I can see through you, see your true colors,

cause inside you’re ugly, ugly like me,

I can see through you, see to the real you,

All this time, that I felt like this won’t end, was for you,

And I taste, what I could never have, it’s from you,

all those times, that I tried, my intention, full of pride,

and I waste, more time than anyone,

I’m on the outside, I’m looking in,

I can see through you, see your true colors

cause inside you’re ugly, you’re ugly like me,

I can see to the real you, see to the real you,

All the times, that I’ve cried, all this wasted, it’s all inside,

And I feel, all this pain, stuffed it down, it’s back again,

And I lie, here in bed, all alone, I can’t mend,

and I feel, that tomorrow will be ok,

I’m on the outside, I’m looking in,

I can see through you, see your true colors

cause inside you’re ugly, you’re ugly like me,

I can see to the real you, see to the real you.”

Here’s the explanation: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sg3pFoqSDtM

And here’s the original: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kc3Za3jfvJg

All Houses Shake

Let’s start this way, from the Book of Luke, Chapter 6.

“I will show you what someone is like who comes to me,
listens to my words, and acts on them.
That one is like a man building a house,
who dug deeply and laid the foundation on rock;
when the flood came, the river burst against that house
but could not shake it because it had been well built.
But the one who listens and does not act
is like a person who built a house on the ground
without a foundation.
When the river burst against it,
it collapsed at once and was completely destroyed.”

Here’s what I know. I’ve worked to keep my house on rock all my life. Overall. But there have definitely been times, plenty of times, when I’ve struggled; in my worst moments, ideals have gone out the door due to matters that proved to much for me in the moment.

This verse from the Book of Luke is one of my favorites. It calls us to strive for what we know is right, to heed the wise words we hear, to build our house on rock, to fortify against the inevitable dangers, struggles, floods of difficulty that come along in life.

We’re called to trust in the foundation we’ve laid, and do what we know is right and correct in each moment in those most difficult times. In this way, the high river waters of life’s most challenging moments will not sweep you away; your house will stand firm.

All houses shake. But in the flood, yours can, yours will, stand firm. Let it be so.


Weekend here, walks in the door, just four little days, felt it felt it, felt like more.

Smoke in the skies, COVID all around, bump through the days, count them down.

Weekend’s here, marked by a shake-up, hoops on the screen, play-doh milkshake, after supper snack offered in the wake,

Wake of a week we’ll repeat after two,

Days off, shake it off, go off, do it again. Do it all again,

Play-doh milkshake, for the win!