Blog 4

At the start of this book, I was a bit skeptical. It seemed the author was trying to hide something in between the lines of this difficult-to-read book--maybe she is trying to make some sort of name for herself or maybe shes just blowing out pure hot air. I think its safe to say that, thanks to my grueling treck through these 12 chapters, I hate "The Field". However, I love the ideas in it--some of which I agree with, and some I don't.

I have begun to think about the world in a different way. Thanks to previous chemistry classes, I started to think about objects as being atoms more than actual objects. A desk, for example was just a pile of tiny dots packed close together. Thanks to physics, I started to touch and hit objects just to think about the fact that they are hitting me at the same time. And thanks to "The Field" I have started to blend objects together--wondering where they start and where they end. For me, this is the most fascinating and mind boggling concept. Maybe I enter an altered state, but there are days where I will just sit there and imagine a desk of atoms blending into a TV or a stuffed Pikachu or even me.

In terms of this week's readings, I was stuck on the power of prayer in chapter 10. I was raised a Lutheran and attended Catholic schools. My whole life I heard people say "I'll pray for you" or "Pray for me"--usually in bad times. I sometimes find myself turning to God with my problems but I never really considered praying for someone to do any good (for me, praying would just give me some confidence that whatever was happening would turn out right). On pg 185, the plant with the salt that had been touched by the healer grew taller than the other. It could be just a coincidence, but since I've met Danny, I don't really believe in coincidences anymore. This power of pray seems to connect with something earlier in the book (I can't remember where, but I remember talking about it during the 2nd discussion): That how a person is feeling can affect the way things turn out. My worst semester(s) here at PSH have been semesters where I have had other issues going on--roommates, evil exes, ect. I brushed it off as being distracted and upset affecting my school work. But could my feelings--and the negative feelings of others--affect my life?

Its funny, how feelings, thoughts and prayers can actually affect what happens. I met Danny two years ago--he was friends with my lab partner--but we didn't become friends (I was too nervous to talk to such a handsome man. Haha). A year and a half later, he became friends with one of my friends (our classmate, Matt). For two or three months, I kept pestering Matt to introduce us, and finally he did. We didn't exactly "hit it off" but shortly after that, I ran into Danny on my walk home from work and his walk to the liquor store. He got my number, came into Midtown that night when I was working (I had a split shift that day), and we've pretty much been together since. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was my constant pestering of Matt (and therefore my constant thoughts about him). After reading this book, I like to think it was the latter.

As an end note, I am very surprised that I read this whole book. And I am very glad its done--but I'm honestly glad the class isn't ending yet. Though I'm with Allyson--we should all pray that Dr. Kearny cancels the paper for next week. :)