Start Afresh

I. Pluripotent: All Kinds of Able

I took a break from paisleys to watercolor these induced pluripotent stem cells (iPSCs)—grown-up cells that can turn into any tissue in the body.

iPSCs come directly from adults––our mature cells can be made to revert back to their immature state, where they can become anything. They can then replace damaged or diseased cells in, say, the liver, or the eyes. And so you don't need to use cells from embryos (controversial), and they can be tailor-made to match the patient.
Nifty, eh?  

What if our emotional and intellectual states could go back to being pluripotent too, capable of taking fresh new directions? 

Scientists John B. Gurdon and Shinya Yamanaka who discovered iPSCs won the 2012 Nobel Prize in Physiology. 

II.  . . . but to Become What?

My career has definitely reverted to a resting state. It's at a halt, waiting for a jolt, like Frankenstein's creature. 

Actually, I've not exactly had a "career." I never sought out one professional paid field of work. I've been a fry cook, nursing assistant, janitor, library worker, and sacristan. I ended up writing nonfiction children's books this past decade because, frankly, of nepotism: I was invited to by my sib who is a managing editor. It suited me, but I really want to do something else, something face-to-face with people.

So, I rest in a state of potential pluripotency: what shape will she take?

III. Belief in the Bathtub

Not sure how I'd translate this into paid work, but I feel I have a special talent  for reading theology in the bathtub. I got my B.A. in it. (Technically, it was in Religions in Antiquity or some such title--a miniscule subset of Classics. Mostly, I read Augustine in the tub.)

Here I'm reading the transcript of a discussion on BBC television in 1970, "The Atheist and the Archbishop" [links to the whole essay], between British writer Marghanita Laski and Russian Orthodox bishop Anthony Bloom. 
An Orthodox blogfriend sent it to me, which makes me very happy.

It was a balm to my sometimes weary heart to read two smart people who approach each other with curiosity about their sometimes contrary beliefs, like scientists poking at stem cells: what does your belief consist of? can it do this? can it do that? 

I really liked Anthony, the bishop who started as a physician. He says,

"I was trained to be a scientist and I treat things as experimental science... I started with something which was an experience which seemed to be convincing, that God does exist. 

. . . It was a meeting with something different, profoundly other than myself, and which I cannot trace back even with decenet knowledge of sociology, or psychology, or biology, to anything which is me, and within me. . . .

Doubt comes into it not as questioning this fundamental experience but as questioning my intellectual working out of it. And in that respect the doubt of the believer should be as creative, as daring, as joyful, almost as systematic as the doubt of a scientist..."

 Refreshing.

 I have to stand with Laski though: 
I have not had any convincing "other-induced" encounter. In fact, my strongest feeling of certainty came during a religious retreat when I realized that, for me, God definitely does not exist.

I actually shed some tears over that. I'd wanted an all-loving God to be real, and I had made a good try to believe.

I also like stand with Laski when she says to the bishop,
"Nothing that you put forward seems to me to be alien or strange but rather to be poetry in its deepest sense."

I wouldn't call myself an atheist though, because, these days anyway, American atheists seem to be agressively anti-God and anti-religion, which I am not. I see God and religion as poetry, and while poetry can be put to the service of stupid or even bad things (Coke ads, patriotic jingoism), I wouldn't want to wipe it out.

Um, yes... and what does this have to do with getting a job?
Well, that's part of my challenge, to get out of the bathtub and into the hunt!