Monday
Another hot late September day. It promises to be 90 degrees.
Between our president and the leader of North Korea, another session of bitch-slapping, saber rattling. A formation of B-1 bombers and F-15 fighters made a pass along the coast of North Korea. What is the next move going to be and who will make it?
We walked to the park with our son and our grandchild yesterday. The grandchild is two and a half years old. Seated on a mini two-wheeled bike (no training wheels) the child sped away from us down the side walk in the quiet neighborhood. He is free, exploring the wonders of his new life –examining a vast welcoming world, a world of falling walnuts, of oak leaves by the side of the road.
The roots of the eucalyptus go in deep earth, in peace. The night’s regular beat brings news not too different from those of Caesar’s times. Down the coastline there’s always the sea.
–excerpt from Night by Etel Adnan
With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this Calling
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.–excerpt from Little Gidding by T. S. Eliot
