Dag Hammarskjöld

Dag Hammarskjöld, Markings
In the point of rest at the center or our being. we encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way, Then a tree becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, each man a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses. The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

I'm King of the World!

I hated the Titanic movie. Despised it. On account of all kinds of reasons. The pettiness of the interpersonal relationships. Probably blaming the script more than anything else. I could not suspend disbelief in the story line with a premise that with knowledge that the ship was sinking in ice water, people were running around trying to avenge romantic betrayals. As someone who has spent a lot of hours on warmer water, believing in a plot like that was swimming against the current in credibility. Killing to get a life boat seat would be much more credible than killing some one messing around with my girl friend or bride or whatever it was. Everyone was going to die badly anyway, and soon. I left in the middle and went next door for a beer.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Unasked Questions

Woke up with a dream early A.M.: The adult-married-with-kids son of a fellow sailor who also sails had just announced that he had enlisted in the army and that his family was going to relocate to where he was going to undergo basic training. And that was going to cause my friends (my age) to also relocate to be next to them and their children and grand children. 

My reaction surprised me: instead of regretting the loss of two or three valued crew, I thought 'how nice to be able to do that'. How nice to be able to pick up and go to be nearer your children and your grand children. I found myself asking, would I like to do that. Could I do that? How could I do that?

Sunday, December 12, 2010

The Valley of the Shadow

Forrest Church: Notes & Quotes

Yes, yes, the above graphic is taken (shamelessly) from the cover of the late Forrest Church's Love & Death: My Journey through the Valley of the Shadow. I'll have more to say soon.