I finished writing my essay assignment for my eCourse: The Fiction of Relationship about Abbe Prevost’s Manon Lescaut, a tragic story of two young lovers in the 18th century.
I started the next required reading, Jane Eyre, and produced this poem.
A New Realm
The marble game we played:
throwing the marble inside
the circle to scatter the others,
gather them again, repeating
for hours, till the birds
got tired watching us play
but flew away content.
We entered a new realm
of what Jane Eyre said,
“we must love something”
and find “a pleasure
in loving” like a butterfly
entering a garden.
I want to make
the day less urgent
not retreat from repetitious tasks:
dusting books and walking to the river
listening to the fishermen
the feel of catch
the experience of one that got away.
I want to create
a space for reflection,
within the swirls of information,
visions of ultimate concern.
I am sapling
beside the fallen trees
hidden in the forest.
Inspiration can be from many sources.
I’m mining all photos from old visits to different places.
photo: taken in 2005. O, a long time ago.
Sometimes you just want to rest your body and mind next to the ocean, float with the pleasant breeze and sunshine.
photo: XCaret, Cancun, taken 6 years ago
How does civilization disappear? Theories and books are written on how the Mayan civilization disappeared.
Is Atlantis real?
“It’s a story that captures the imagination,” says James Romm, a professor of classics at Bard College in Annandale, New York. “It’s a great myth. It has a lot of elements that people love to fantasize about.” (http://science.nationalgeographic.com/science/archaeology/atlantis/)
photo: Mrs. Abstract and I visited Chichén Itzá 6 years ago.
Nobel Prize winner Kary Mullis dedicated his book, Dancing Naked in the Mind Field, to his wife, Nancy, wrote:
“Jean Paul Sartre somewhere observed that each of us make our own hell out of the people around us. Had Jean Paul known Nancy, he may have noted that at least one man, someday might get very lucky, and make his own heaven out of the people around him. She will be his morning and his evening star, shining with the brightest and softest light in his heaven. She will be the end of his wanderings, and their love will arouse the daffodils in the spring to follow the crocuses and proceed the irises. Their faith in one another will be deeper than time and their eternal spirit will be seamless once again.
Or maybe he just would have said, “If I’d had a woman like that, my books wouldn’t be about despair.”
This book is not about despair. It’s about a little bit about a lot of things, and if not a single one of them is wet with sadness, it is not due to my lack of depth; it is due to a year of Nancy, and the prospect of never again being without her. “
Kary Mullis, “Dancing Naked in the Mind Field” 1998
photo: after entering Scotland
photo: of my wife,Mrs. Abstract,while taking a photo of Westminster Abbey , “a woman like that”.
Before the light fades
I stand alone on the beach
my nothingness bared to the elements
I stretch my arms to behold the sea
the immensity of the water that circles the world
the waves that swell with beauty
the fear that enters my heart
when the storm comes
I hold this moment
a moment of clarity and grandeur
I bow with humility and gratitude
to the great mystery.
Listening is sometimes the best education.
Listening with the ear and heart educates and inspires. Susan Meskis, a nurse, a Rotarian (Rotary Club of Fishers, Indiana,USA, wrote this inspiring article.
photo: sculpture made of wood,
inside Ave Maria Museum, Ave Maria, Florida
This is not a pillow or a chair.