More than 1 Kind of Religion

I am in D.C. and I forgot my power cord. A complete disaster, to be sure. It is funny how attached I am to the workability of this big clunky piece of material. It gives me access to my blog (s), other blogs, my e-mail. I feel like I need it, am willing to spend a hundred dollars on a cord to have it, and maybe I do, or it needs me, or I think I would cease to be without it. There was a house in the trees, on the ocean in Mexico that I stayed in once. Built tuna sandwiches on hard rolls with avocado and tomato. Lived on tuna sandwiches on hard rolls with avocado and tomato. And fruit, I suppose. I wonder what it would be like to sit there now. Without anything like I did then. No cell phone, no computer, no i-pod (which I still don't have, but want) no palm/blackberry duder thinga majig (which I still don't have, but want). Just me and the world I see and am interacting with. Instead, I am blogging, about my experience, which has really been limited to finding a power cord, so that I can blog . But I have also journeyed metro wide to this lovely theological union where I am staying. Sometimes I feel like I am living in some sort of weird novel about a girl being led to God. I keep picking up books, and reading t-shirts, and hearing references to religion, and now I am staying in a church. And I just want to say, the Christians have tapped into something, but I think they named it wrong and lost site of its quality, or something like that. Because when my life crossroads, it is eerie how religion seems to present itself, like a magnet to my need for answers. And sometimes I want to drop to my knees and declare "Ah yes I have been saved, lead me my father" And then, I just have to laugh, because that will never happen, not with the walls as they are now built historically around a patriarchal, oppressive, colonialist past that I deplore. Not with this language and ideal, not this form of idolatry for me. Give me a crystal, some rocks, let me hug a tree and watch the clouds, that is the place I know what others see here. But I suppose, at the moment, even that "religion" has been replaced with an utter devotion to the technical gadgets that distribute information through an interwoven global web. I certainly pray to this tech god, I certainly am what I do and so a cyborg have I become. Time for some blasphemy, I suppose, I am going into d.c. to explore, and I am not taking my laptop with me! (But first, I need to check my e-mail).