Wednesday, March 14, 2012

The Mercurial Heart

My friend, Jane Sloan, is a gifted writer. Early this week she published a blog that really made me think about the heart and how we, as humans, measure love and loneliness. Jane began with a poem by Pope John Paul II:


Girl Disappointed in Love

With mercury we measure pain
as we measure the heat of bodies and air;

but this is not how to discover our limits–

you think you are the center of things.
If you could only grasp that you are not:
the center is He, and He, too, finds no love—
why don’t you see? The human heart–what is it for?

Cosmic temperature. Heart. Mercury.

First of all, I had no idea that the Pope was a poet (I knew I liked him all along; now I understand the connection.) 

Secondly, this poem is REALLY good. Like I should be teaching it in my World Lit classes.  There is so much depth and wisdom in these few lines that I could take weeks just considering it. I could take a month to dissect it. But I won't.

Jane's point of view, as a brilliant and beautiful single woman, saw the connection between the lonely person and the lonely Savior who "had no place to lay his head." (Matthew 8:20) You can read her full post here and be both blessed and encouraged.

I got caught up in the idea of the heart as mercury.  The Pope opens with the element and ends with...well, what exactly? The god? The temperament? The element again?  Perhaps all.  So, being the lover of learning and the lover of God that I am, I did a little research. (Does that made me a little nerdy, too? I'll take it as a compliment.)

Since the poem opens with the element, I began there, and learned a few interesting things. Mercury is the only elemental metal that remains liquid at room temperature. It can be frozen with dry ice, but the solid formed is extremely brittle because mercury does not bond well with itself. Mercury is also highly toxic, and will ultimately lead to fatality to one who is over exposed to it.  

I then turned my attention to the planet for which the element is named. As the closest planet to this galaxy's sun, Mercury is strongly influenced by its gravitational pulls and its solar "seasons." Mercury has an irregular orbit, so its days and nights are unreliable. Its poles are reflective, and no science has fully determined what makes them so. 

Finally, there is, of course, Mercury, the wing-sandaled messenger god of the Romans.  Mercury was an interesting character. He was dependent on the directions of others, never really taking initiative for anything on his own. He was both a trickster and a guide to the underworld, making him the patron god of both thieves and travelers. He was quick-witted and volatile.

After reading these little definitions, I could see the purpose of Mercury in the poem as it relates to the heart. The heart is like the god, Mercury, in that it is devoted to whatever flights of fancy the mind attends and is unreliable as a measure of Truth. The heart is easily swayed by sweet words or pleasant concepts, when those very things may well lead to destruction.

The heart is also related to the planet. The heart, too, is irregular in its pattern (in its figurative sense if not its physical properties.) The human heart reflects what is shown upon it--or what is hidden beneath, but no outsider can truly know which. The heart is influenced by a will stronger than its own. This is the reason it is important to love God with all heart, soul, MIND, and strength. (Mark 12:30) If the Father's will is at the center of the heart, we will naturally be drawn closer to Him.

I think mercury the element made me think the most. The understanding that the solid form of mercury is brittle because it does not bond with itself helps me understand the source of many societal ills. As a culture, we have become self-sufficient to the point of being self-centered and selfish. God, however, did not create us to be thus. He created humanity for relationship, first with Him, and then with others. To spurn the idea of relationship in order to assert one's independence from the world is to spurn the very design for which we are made. Additionally, to seek after a bond with other people without the joining of the Holy Spirit is doomed to disappointment, if not abject failure. As creatures of the Almighty, we cannot bond within ourselves with any greater success than the element. Our hearts must bond with the Center for love to be complete and fulfilling.

There is a temperament in sociology/psychology that also finds its root in Mercury: mercurial. It is an excellent reflection of the heart. Mercurial people are quick and lively, but fickle and volatile. The heart is also quick to turn from one love to the next, loving one thing that becomes hateful in the very next minute. The heart alone cannot be trusted. "Go with your heart," people say, but the human heart alone is a dangerous thing. If it is the center, it is unreliable and will ultimately lead to dissatisfaction and a continuing quest for something better, something more, something new. In order to be truly happy in life and in love, the mercurial heart must be exchanged for one that "knows the secret of being content" (Philippians 4). Contentment is the best evidence that the heart is bonded to the Center--and that is what the human heart is for.



Saturday, March 10, 2012

Armstrong Grove...Good Times


1997

Mount Tamalpais and Stinson Beach...and yes, Carrie and Corinne both hiked all the way.


Sunday, March 04, 2012

Repeat the Past?

Fitzgerald wrote in The Great Gatsby, "Can't repeat the past?...Why of course you can!" (chapter 6)  While Gatsby suffered by his own deluded belief that the past can be grasped, I know better. However, I have spent the better part of this weekend reliving the past as I continue to work on the anniversary book to commemorate 25 years of marriage. Here are a few of the layouts:






I may actually finish this project before Carrie's wedding in May!

Monday, February 13, 2012

2 7 24 39 41 26.2 5:44:49

No, it's not a football play count--it's the numbers from Sunday's "26.2 With Donna, Marathon to End Breast Cancer."
Wendy, Lori, and me on the beach
preparation

2: The number of friends I traveled with for the event.
7: The number of hours it took us to drive to Jacksonville Florida.

24: The low temperature on race day. TWENTY FOUR. in FLORIDA.
39: The temperature when I finished the marathon. THIRTY NINE. in FLORIDA. at NOON.
41: The temperature when I met up with my friends and we headed to the hotel for warm showers before returning to Atlanta.

26.2 The RUN.
Sunrise
The 26.2 with Donna showcases Jacksonville at its best. Every street, every neighborhood, and every shopping center along the route was fully decorated with pink streamers and balloons and signs. The more impressive thing was the PEOPLE. Despite the cold, the streets were lined with people cheering, clapping, handing out water, orange slices, banana...and the occasional mimosa to runners. They held signs, played music, shook maracas (really), high-fived, and any thing else they could do to encourage us along the way.
pink firetruck, covered with signatures and messages of hope



The course itself is beautiful. One bridge, 3 miles of beach, and then the quirky beach neighborhoods kept things interesting. Along the way there were pirates and bands, tutus and tiaras, and even a pink firetruck. The sun rose as we crossed the bridge over the marshes, and it warmed our spirits, if not our frozen bodies. A few people had forgotten to turn off their sprinklers and the resulting ice sculptures sparkled in the cold.

I left out one set of numbers. What I wore: 1 pair of running shoes, 1 pair of compression socks, 1 pair of cushioned socks, tights, running skort, sports bra, sports tank, long sleeved tech shirt, fleece vest, two pair of gloves, one pair of hand warmers, bandanna, ear warmer, visor, and sunglasses. At the start I picked up a discarded trash bag and wrapped my arms. Normally I would start shedding layers by mile 5, but this time I only ditched the bag--not because I was warm ,but because the wind kept blowing it into my face. It was mile 19 before I gave one pair of gloves to someone at a water station, and mile 20 before I relinquished the hand warmers to one of the police officers on the route. I felt fairly thawed by the end, but as soon as I stopped moving, the shivers started again. I was grateful for the space blanket one volunteer tied around me at the finish.
Ice sculpture--unintentional, I'm sure

5:44:49 My Official Time
A best for me. I was hoping for 5:30, but that will wait for another event. Any personal record is to be celebrated--and I am celebrating! (The winners both finished in under 2 hours, 15 minutes; they didn't get their money's worth!)





These marked the route







Will I do this race again? Absolutely. There were a few glitches (buses running late, pacers out of position) but those are to be expected. This event IS special. Add to that the fact that ALL of the proceeds go to breast cancer research via the Mayo Clinic, and it becomes such an inspiration. There are stories everywhere--survivors, those left behind, those still battling, and those who just want to be part of something bigger than themselves. It is an event that every marathoner should do at least once. (There's a half-marathon as well.)




Post race friends

Marathon Maniacs and Half Fanatics before the start



one of the many humorous signs along the way
yep



On leave from Afghanistan. Each ribbon had a name on it.

gorgeous finisher's medal
Finishing chute
My race bib



Until there is a cure.




(Thanks to my shutterbug friend, Wendy Mitchell, for most of the photos)