This fog moved in suddenly this morning. I live very close to the sound and I’m on a bluff so the fog moves through us here. I can see billows of moisture swirling in the air backlit by the morning sun. This is all accompanied by the sound of a foghorn. It’s completely enchanting.
I’ve been having an idealogical conversation with a friend of late. I’m g r a t e f u l for the opportunity to do some self questioning and clarify what I truly believe. The words of Walt Whitman in “All is Truth” pretty much sum up what I believe about Life on this plane….
I fancied this man to be a pirate coming onto the island to loot and pillage. It turns out he wasn’t as hot as Johnny Depp. He did take some villagers back out with him though. Hmmmm….
Ring Out Wild Bells Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light; The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring…
One of my favorite children’s books is “Scarecrow” by Cynthia Rylant which speaks of the peace of the scarecrow’s life in poetic prose. The story is an allegory for the impermanence of human existence. Every time I read it to my children, I am struck by these lines: “He knows he isn’t real. A scarecrow…
Faith happens when there is no rational reason to believe. I opened an old journal today and that’s what it said. I have no idea why I wrote it, as a single line on one page. I do know that just unearthing it at a time when I most needed to hear it helps to…