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Artemisia Jones posts in Unveil Your Adventure
Sunday morning. Shouldn’t matter what day of the week, but I had a few kids that asked for the morning off to go into town for church. I wasn’t religious, almost prided myself on it. I am a scientist and that’s that. But all my crew were scientists, yet some found a personal balance of faith and science. From experience, I’d been bullied by thumpers at other jobs claiming that I “believed” in science. It has nothing to do with belief. Science is a method, a means of working towards facts that can prove or disprove something. It has to do with the head. Religion by its nature is faith, something that is believed without the need of proof. It has to do with the figurative heart. They are totally different things. On the crew this summer I had a Buddhist, a Muslim, a couple of Baptists, a Mormon, some sorts of pagans, and those of us that didn’t follow any sort of path.
Sunday morning, I sat in an old plastic chair on the little concrete and stone patio on the backside of the glass house, drinking a cup of Red Zinger. I don’t like coffee, never have, but needed something in the morning. I had a thing about Celestial Seasonings and had a collection of their pretty boxes in a sealable plastic tote (to keep the critters out of my stash). Red Zinger in the morning was delicious, tasting of sweet and tangy hibiscus with whispers of other flavors. I should have had breakfast, but it was going to be a hot one today and I just wanted to enjoy the cool of a desert morning. There was nothing like it, the clarity of the air, the low humidity, and a light breeze born in the crevasses and caves breathing a sigh after the sublime night.
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