Dear Erin

Working at full throttle, demands of the Christmas season on my profession leave little time for pondering. As such, a reblog of Dear Erin.


Dear Erin,

We only crossed paths for a short while, always at work, and only for the blink of an eye. You were there one day, gone the next. Inquiries as to your where-a-bouts met vague explanations; dealing with health issues, needing some personal time, taking care of family matters. Not my place to press the issue – I backed off,  yet you never left my mind.

I doubt you understand how gracious and beautiful you are. I say this because even though I know nothing about your life, I was able to read your eyes like an open book. I had those same eyes many years ago; eyes that gave away any attempt to feel “normal”, eyes pleading for something they couldn’t define. I instantly recognized your pain, your stoic attempt to pretend life was under control.

I don’t know why you’re so sad, but know you where damaged…

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Gravitational Time Dilation

Excessive contemplation works in mysterious ways, I didn’t wake up pondering gravitational time dilation. Placing blame squarely on GPS strikes me as a reasonable explanation. I brought it on myself – putting a monotone tyrant in charge before first coffee rubbed sleep from my eyes, obviously explains an inexplicable need to understand Einstein’s theory of relativity. With each directive – turn left, right, merge – absolute faith in GPS freed my mind to concentrate on time and space.

We think of GPS as an absolute tool, one linking position of our device with that of some imagined all seeing eye. Few of us realize GPS constantly recalculates and adjusts readings based on Einstein’s theory of special relativity. If left unchecked, navigational errors of 10 km per day would quickly topple getting from point A to B.

Einstein’s theory of relativity describes the effect of gravity on space and time. Time is relative to mass and proximity of gravitational pull – speeding up as it moves further away. Time passes at different rates according to gravitational potential. Space-time depends on proximity to forces of gravity.

GPS satellites orbit 20,000 Km above, with gravitational forces four times weaker than Earth. Science proves Einstein knew what he was talking about – satellite clocks tick 38 microseconds faster a day than clocks on our planet. I urge you to read the link below. It explains gravitational time dilution – I’m still digesting my first dip in the relativity pond.




Our Greatest Weakness


One of mankind’s greatest strengths, the ability to control and transform our surroundings, is our greatest weakness. Invention, ingenuity and perceived dominance over the natural order, lead to greed and arrogance.Residing comfortably at the top of the food chain, bloated egos feed on a sense of entitlement. Unstoppable appetites for more money, land, or progress are blind to warnings of collapse.

The Anasazi people of ancient America’s south west believed civilization unstoppable. Rising from the floor of Chaco Canyon, this ancient New Mexico metropolis stood as the jewel of North America. A spiritual and cultural centre, surrounded by remarkably engineered roads leading to a magnificent city; elaborate irrigation systems, dwellings rising 5 or 6 stories  along the canyon walls. Exceptional astronomers, farmers and engineers, the Anasazi were masters of their domain. From around 800 AD until 1150 AD they could do no wrong. None saw the extended drought or imagined…

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Ben Carson Jesus

Every so often something capable of shattering polite resolve comes my way. Try as I might, no measure of restraint equals the sentiment of scraping my brain off the wall. A painting in Ben Carson’s home detonated a splatter so explosive, its doubtful I’ll ever retrieve all pieces of blown mind.

I call the painting “bathrobe buddies”. I’m told the boys aren’t in bathrobes – Carson is shrouded in his Doctor’s coat, Jesus in resurrection robe – sorry, it looks like bathrobes to me.

The first public glimpse came in 2009 when Carson invited Baltimore Magazine into his Maryland mansion. The image below was taken in November 2014 by photographer Mark Makela – a tour of Carson’s eight bedroom, twelve bathroom home revealed columns decorated with gold leaf, and walls adorned with images of Carson.

Carson, a Seventh Day Adventist told Baltimore Magazine “I don’t have to be politically correct here”. He claims the great pyramids were built by the biblical prophet Joseph to store grain collected in “the seven years of plenty”. Great link below –

Whatever Ben Carson believes, however politically incorrect his home and notions may be, no matter how intently he waits for end times or conducts his life – the man is free to do so. The slope doesn’t become slippery until pondering Carson the Republican presidential candidate.

Carson’s Jesus painting hangs near a biblical quote inscribed on the wall.

“By Humanity and The Fear of The Lord Are Riches, Honor and Life”

Last week Carson called Syrian refugees “rabid dogs” – mighty Christian of you Mr. Carson. I wonder what Jesus might say.

Overtoun Bridge

In 1895 Lord Overtoun constructed an arch bridge over a stream on his estate. The bridge towers 50 feet above the Overtoun Burn in Milton, near Dumbarton Scotland.

In the 1950s reports surfaced of dogs jumping to their death from Overtoun Bridge. The phenomenon has become a regular occurrence, with strikingly similar details. Actual numbers of doggie suicides vary from 50-600, what remains constant are circumstances of those deaths. Canine suicide is exclusive to long nosed breeds such as Labs, Collies and Retrievers. All dogs jump from the same spot – approaching Overtoun Estate on the right hand side of the bridge, between the last two parapets, and only on sunny days.