Fish and Salt

In addition to some but not all of the Quaker blogs RantWoman looks at, RantWoman's blog includes blogroll from several strands of RantWoman's faith-based politics history as well as items that for example help her have interesting dialogue, well sometimes, with family members who worship rather differently. RantWoman supposes considering where she worshipped as a teenager she should look for blogroll related to that denomination as well. Let's just say it's on the to-do list.

Today's Our Daily Bread item is an interesting example. RantWoman has not yet digested the Bible verses. She got stuck on the teacher at the Christian college trying to interest his students in heaven by asking them to think about the Pacific ocean.

RantWoman grew up in Rocky Mountain states. RantWoman's childhood experiences with vast bodies of water tended heavily toward the lakes behind the dams a favorite great uncle did engineering work for. These lakes tended to have pretty definable shores and certainly never subsumed the whole horizon, nothing like the ocean.

RantWoman first saw the Pacific ocean during a high school Spanish club trip that included a few days in Mazatlan. RantWoman's overwhelming impression of the place, besides the vastness of the horizon and the relentless lapping of waves, was the smell of fish and salt and wild teenage enthusiasms. RantWoman supposes she could think of worse places to spend eternity, but she is more grateful to have the choice about visiting many more places as well.