As I observe my 8 month-old son I can’t help but envy him his uncomplicated perception of life and the world. Being an unselfconscious, uncompromisingly egotistical creature (psychologically speaking) there is no conflict for him when he wants or feels something. There is no hesitation in his expression. But, what I envy the most is his lack of religion. He truly believes only in what he sees and does not feel the need to apologize to all of his christian relations for going about life in the most logical way possible. As these thoughts were formulating in my head a bible verse from my childhood came to mind. Something to the effect of “Ye must become as a little child to enter into the gates of heaven”, give or take a “thee” or “thou”. I remember as a child children were held up as examples of faith because of how unquestioningly they accepted what they were taught, whether it was Santa Clause, Jesus, fairies or the Ogopogo. The assumption was that the less you question what you are taught the stronger your faith or the purer you are (which would imply I am beyond corrupt;) But why is it really that children accept things so unquestioningly? Is it evidence of purity or is it because children trust so explicitly in the adults with whom they have formed that essential bond, and therefore accept absolutely anything they are told? If their faith is dependant on their trust in the one teaching it to them then it really isn’t god or fairies that they believe in, ultimately, but their mother (or father or caregiver as the case may be), who, as William Makepeace Thackeray (according to good ol’ Wiki) said, ” is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children”. A child’s faith in god is merely an extension or manifestation of their unquestioning trust in their caregiver. And this unquestioning trust makes sense from a developmental, and survival perspective. Their tust ensures their safety and encourages emulation so that they acquire the necessary skills to survive. Unfortunately, they also pick up some useless, counterproductive behaviours and world views as well. But I digress. My point is that a child’s faith rests very firmly in what they can see and if the person or people who care and provide for them tell them there is some guy in the sky a child expresses their trust by accepting that. In fact, their acceptance and belief can also be seen as an expression of love and a desire to receive their parents’ approval and acceptance, again, having very little to do with god and everything to do with the concrete world. There, I rest my case. And my expertise(if any) does not lie in child psychology so feel free to set me straight if you have a different perspective on all this. I want to hear what you think! And my apologies to anyone offended by this post. I’m a doubter from waaaay back;)
Okay, I’ve got Halloween on the brain and there isn’t a more beautiful or more primal symbol for Halloween than the moon. Can you blame me if I get the urge to dance naked beneath the moon or whip out the old broomstick and take a spin in my pointy black hat in the evening air that still retains the warm charge of the last of the summer sun but with the slightest hint of cooler weather and rain as well (though of course I don’t. What would the husband say?!)?
Not that I am religious in any sense of the word, I am just your run-of-the-mill, good old Canadian agnostic; but if I were religious , I’d choose one in which I could dress up a lot.:)
These pictures were taken a couple weeks ago but I thought they were fitting. I am only just starting to experiment with night photography so it will improve. If any of you photographers have advice for a beginner I appreciate it. I muddle through on manual and love playing with the settings to find what I want.
…don’t seem far away with the weather turning cooler and the rain setting in. Although the summer was brief and half-ass I have to say that autumn is the season that seems charged with the most excitement for me. Is it the anticipation of pumpkin pie ( my favorite dessert), the approach of Halloween (certainly a time that seems to awaken a primal, animal energy); or is it the sensation of everything settling deeper, those memories that are more sensual than anything surfacing: the feel of a mug full of hot chocolate almost too hot to hold, the smell of dark, wet earth as you walk through a forest turning gold and red(New England when I was 13), the first scent of snow on a cold morning (please let it snow this year!). And, of course, all of the great coats and boots that you reluctantly put away as summer approached because, lets face it, there is nothing sexier than a pair of killer boots:D
Sun flowers and pumpkin flowers to bide the summer farewell and welcome the fall.
Image of the day. Thanks Jonny:)