One week without a computer

I just made it through a week without a computer.  I did not do it voluntarily although I might consider it in the future.  The "CHKDSK" function got trapped in a loop and I took it down to the shop.  They claimed they were stumped, and I got it back a week later.  The week had benefits ...

I still got up at 0400.  I spent no more than 15 minutes on Mom's computer, then I moved over to my desk and read The Bhagavad Gita until I left for church at 0600.  The time I spent on tBG alone was worth the computer crash.  I spent many more hours on my bike and hiking in the mountains.  I am well ahead of where I was in 2010 and 2011 on the same dates.  I built railings on the deck so my father could descend and come back safely.  I worked on the cactus garden I began behind the house.  I put in eight hours of consulting work I might have turned down if I had my computer.  I initiated daily 'passage meditation.'  I learned a new song on my flute, the Yaqui Deer Dance.  I played my piano more.  I slowed down.  I chose a mantrum.  I used the mantrum.  I prayed more.

Having said that, I am glad to have the computer back so I can get back to my blogs and the three book manuscripts I'm working on.  One of the first things I did when I loaded up Microsoft Office was to schedule monthly backups for

• my address book
• my saved email
• my photos
• favorite places on your browser

I do a good job of backing up my manuscripts, so that wasn't an issue, but losing the address book and the saved emails was a killer.  Fortunately I just transferred all 2011 photos to disk.  Also, the guys who fixed the computer recovered all the data in 'My Documents,' but its crucial to know that your address book and emails aren't stored in your documents.

That's it for now.  I survived the week and came out stronger for it.  As a reminder to you all ... BACK UP YOUR EMAIL AND ADDRESS BOOKS!

The Battle to Come from Carmina Gadelica

“The Celtic missionaries allowed the pagan stock to stand, grafting their Christian cult thereon. Hence the blending of the pagan and the Christian religions in these poems, which to many minds will constitute their chief charm. Gaelic lore is full of this blending and grafting--nor are they confined to the literature of the people, but extend indeed to their music, sculpture, and architecture. At Rodail, Harris, is a cruciform church of the thirteenth century. The church abuts upon a broad square tower of no great height. The tower is called 'Tur Chliamain,' tower of Clement, 'Cliaman Mor Rodail,' Great Clement of Rodail. Tradition says that the tower is older than the church, and the masonry confirms the tradition.

There are sculptures within the church of much originality of design and of great beauty of execution, but the sculptures without are still more original and interesting. Round the sides of the square tower are the figures of birds and beasts, reptiles and fishes, and of men and women representing phallic worship. Here pagan cult joins with Christian faith, the East with the West, the past with the present. The traveller from India to Scotland can here see, on the cold, sterile rocks of Harris, the petrified symbols of a faith left living behind him on the hot, fertile plains of Hindustan. He can thus in his own person bridge over a space of eight thousand miles and a period of two thousand years.”

Alexander Carmichael

AN CATH NACH TAINIG IOSA Mhic Mhoire eighim air th’ ainm, Is air ainm Eoin ostail ghradhaich, Is air ainm gach naoimh ’s an domhan dearg, Mo thearmad ’s a chath nach tainig,      Mo thearmad ’s a chath nach tainig.    Duair theid am beul a dhunadh, Duair theid an t-suil a dhruideadh, Duair sguireas an anail da struladh, Duair sguireas an cridhe da bhuille,      Sguireas an cridhe de bhuille. Duair theid am Breitheamh dh’ an chathair, Is a theid an tagradh a shuidheach, Iosa Mhic Mhoire cobhair air m’ anam, A Mhicheil mhin gobh ri mo shiubhal.      Iosa Mhic Mhoire cobhair air m’ anam!      A Mhicheil mhin gobh ri mo shiubhal!

THE BATTLE TO COME JESUS, Thou Son of Mary, I call on Thy name, And on the name of John the apostle beloved, And on the names of all the saints in the red domain, To shield me in the battle to come,      To shield me in the battle to come. When the mouth shall be closed, When the eye shall be shut, When the breath shall cease to rattle, When the heart shall cease to throb,      When the heart shall cease to throb. When the Judge shall take the throne, And when the cause is fully pleaded, O Jesu, Son of Mary, shield Thou my soul, O Michael fair, acknowledge my departure.      O Jesu, Son of Mary, shield Thou my soul!      O Michael fair, receive my departure!