Posting all of the things we love: bridges, water, and boats. On a foggy or sun-smeared day. Breathe it in. Some philosopher said the past (or future) was today with something missing. I don’t know why this visual reminded me of that but it did. Maybe because in the past we had no time to miss the water as we were always there.
The Heck! You say
So I was off for the very long weekend of Memorial Day honorariums. And I traveled in silence, unconnected. How incredibly other-worldly it was. Beautiful and filled with such lovely journeys in mind and spirit and body. Travel on lakes and notes in music. Companionship and dog days—swimming and the joy of chasing sticks. How we swam and explored and drifted.
And then the dog and I returned to this place of our very own moorings.
Cuyahoga Valley National Park post
And heard what happened in our absence. Withdrawal from the Paris Accord? Ben Carson saying that poverty is a state of mind? Mike Pence saying that climate change is just a leftist issue, not of concern to anyone else. Sometimes keeping your head in the sand, your feet in the water, and your head in the sky are where we belong. That our boats may sail on.
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So many photos, pieces of art, make me think of books. Here I have Robinson Crusoe, Treasure Island, Mutiny On The Bounty… But not Moby Dick. No, not that. The ship’s too small, the sea too calm. And there’s no dark November in my soul.
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