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.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Dream

Marnie just passed on leaving a household of stuff.  You and Prue and other relatives were going through household items. She had been living on a hillside at the end of a peninsula. I went out for a drive around the neighborhood. There was a lot of construction going on and the streets were unfinished and of rutted gravel in many places. There was a precipitous drop to the sea with unbelievable panoramic views enabling you to look deeply into the dark blue/green waters. And, on the surface, you could see every detail of what was going on at the Lido Yacht Club. With a slight case of vertigo, I came back and whispered a question in you ear, "Do we want to buy the house?"

You answered, "No. It's too expensive. Plus, the neighbors are snobbish!"

I loved you for that.

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