Red Sky in Morning

There was a time when the tools of man to make their way throughout the world were only the tools given to them by nature. They navigated across giant bodies of water on a whim and a saying. "Red sky in morning, sailors take warning. Red sky at night, sailors delight." So they would anticapte a successful venture or sit in the harbor waiting for better skys to appear, according to the morning glow. Sounds like what I do depending on whether I have my morning cup of coffee or not. We have become so sophisticated that we seldom think about the signs of the skies and the heavens, excluding around the clock weather reports, but if we put them in our focus, I'm sure they could tell us things we would like to know.

I remember from a young age believing that a shooting or falling star was a good omen or sign. It just seemed that it brought good things to me, but maybe because I believed good things were coming, I acted in a way that bourght good things to me. Hence, the shooting star really was a sign of good things to come. Chicken or egg? Does it matter? After all, our perception becomes our reality.

In a fascinating read called What the Bleep Do WE Know!? by Arntz, Chasse, and Vicente, they quote a scientific experiment that was done with kittens. Cat lovers, close your ears, oh, I mean eyes. Researchers placed newborn kittens in environments that had no vertical lines. After several weeks, the kittens were put in a "normal" environment, but they couldn't see any object with a vertical dimension, such as a chair with legs. Therefore, they bumped into vertical objects. The problem was not really with the eyes of the kitten but with the message its brain was telling its eyes. The brain perceives reality and creates our worlds. I think we have discovered this now on a scientific level, but it's a mystery man has actually known for centuries.

When clouds are heavy, the rains come down. Whether a tree falls north or south, it stays where it falls. Farmers who wait for perfect weather never plant. It they watch every cloud, they never harvest. 

Ecclesiastes 11:3-4

Peace.

                                              Love, Linda