I have been pondering why your prose so often touches me, and only have just figured it out. You remind me of one of my early heroes, Loren Eiseley. Among other reasons, I chose to enroll at the University of Pennsylvania because Eiseley was a professor there. It was my intention to enroll in his class in my sophomore year, having fulfilled the requisite freshman curriculum. Alas, Eiseley passed over to the next plane that summer. I hear whispers of his spirit in your poetical discourse. Thank you for that unintentional gift.
Lorin, thank you for sharing this. I’d not been familiar with Eiseley’s work but after a glance I’m very much looking forward to becoming better acquainted. Thank you, again.
The Universe delighting in Themselves. I think of this often as I observe other beings—animate and inanimate—going about their existences. Smooth rock accepting the billion-year caress of water, insects busily accomplishing whatever is in them to accomplish, and on and on. I, too, think about the transition from this life to whatever awaits us; I’m full of anticipation with faith in love and in the redemption of all things.
What a privilege to experience the birds and their natural surroundings! A glimpse of pure goodness.
As a lover of birds and a seeker of a better relationship with death, when I found your blog, it felt like such a good fit. Today you have given words to the feelings I’ve grappled with since our nephew died two weeks ago. Tyson was a winged creature, flying freely. He lived life so fully…traveling the world, teaching thousands of teenagers over 28years as an educator, touching lives around the world. He loved fully and was fully loved. Cancer caged him for 18 months, and now…now he is flying freely again. Thank you for that imagery and that comfort.
Terri, I’m so deeply sorry that Tyson died. And so comforted to know that he loved so fully and was loved so fully. And that now he is free of all that caged him. Take good care.
I love that it would take me an entire month to sign my full name. What a magnificent genealogy that would remind me of! What a beautiful family I share with you all! 💕
Beautiful, brilliant and fascinating … l lose count of how many times l say wow, as l listen, read and feel the wisdom whispering and weaving through your words … 🙏💙
Thank you for your meditation. I related to your insight that we don’t have a lot of exposure to openness in modern society. We moved from a large city here to ten acres in the Ozarks, building our cottage on the top of a ridge. We can see for ten miles across the valley from our back door, and armadas of clouds drift overhead. Miles of them. Just to look up is a transcendent experience.
For as long as I can remember being aware of me as an "I", I have been fascinated and a little frightened by the reality of my own individual consciousness, and the strange and incomprehensible wonder of how I exist. It turns out the maths makes it no more comprehensible.
But then, even though there is an equation to calculate the likelihood of my singular existence, there is no equation to calculate the miraculous, or to express the wonder of reading these words and what they conjure in my consciousness. Thank you and much love x
Thank you, Em. I remember being really young and laying in bed thinking about where the edges of the universe were and getting really overwhelmed. I like to keep that little version of me in mind when I now lay in bed, thinking about the same and feeling wildly excited by the impossible vastness of the whole thing. Much love to you 💜
“The miraculous exists in perpetuity regardless of whether it is witnessed or acknowledged, just as the sun continues to shine on the most overcast of days—but in our choosing to be observers, we part the clouds.”
The sanctuary spoke to you, spoke through you. Glorious beating wings on a blue sky day, enveloped you like a massive hug from the universe. I can feel it through your writing, all the way to Vermont. I cry your tears with you. An overwhelming sense of joy and peace. ♥️
Beautiful, and how well explored, this thing to happen upon if fortunate enough, "ancient conversation, a polyphony of warning, seduction and of simple declarations of being alive."
I have been pondering why your prose so often touches me, and only have just figured it out. You remind me of one of my early heroes, Loren Eiseley. Among other reasons, I chose to enroll at the University of Pennsylvania because Eiseley was a professor there. It was my intention to enroll in his class in my sophomore year, having fulfilled the requisite freshman curriculum. Alas, Eiseley passed over to the next plane that summer. I hear whispers of his spirit in your poetical discourse. Thank you for that unintentional gift.
Lorin, thank you for sharing this. I’d not been familiar with Eiseley’s work but after a glance I’m very much looking forward to becoming better acquainted. Thank you, again.
The Universe delighting in Themselves. I think of this often as I observe other beings—animate and inanimate—going about their existences. Smooth rock accepting the billion-year caress of water, insects busily accomplishing whatever is in them to accomplish, and on and on. I, too, think about the transition from this life to whatever awaits us; I’m full of anticipation with faith in love and in the redemption of all things.
What a privilege to experience the birds and their natural surroundings! A glimpse of pure goodness.
Thank you, Robert. I share that faith with you. And yes, it’s been a wild joy! 🦜
As a lover of birds and a seeker of a better relationship with death, when I found your blog, it felt like such a good fit. Today you have given words to the feelings I’ve grappled with since our nephew died two weeks ago. Tyson was a winged creature, flying freely. He lived life so fully…traveling the world, teaching thousands of teenagers over 28years as an educator, touching lives around the world. He loved fully and was fully loved. Cancer caged him for 18 months, and now…now he is flying freely again. Thank you for that imagery and that comfort.
Terri, I’m so deeply sorry that Tyson died. And so comforted to know that he loved so fully and was loved so fully. And that now he is free of all that caged him. Take good care.
Yes!!! Wonderful words!
I am seriously considering changing my name to
Sandy 10^2,685,000.
I love that it would take me an entire month to sign my full name. What a magnificent genealogy that would remind me of! What a beautiful family I share with you all! 💕
Haha, Sandy 10^2,685,000, I see you took the leap! I love that! I’m thrilled it touched you so. And honoured to be kin with you 💗
Beautiful, brilliant and fascinating … l lose count of how many times l say wow, as l listen, read and feel the wisdom whispering and weaving through your words … 🙏💙
Simone…thank you, friend 💜
Thank you for your meditation. I related to your insight that we don’t have a lot of exposure to openness in modern society. We moved from a large city here to ten acres in the Ozarks, building our cottage on the top of a ridge. We can see for ten miles across the valley from our back door, and armadas of clouds drift overhead. Miles of them. Just to look up is a transcendent experience.
Oh, you’re in the Ozarks! Wonderful, Kevin. And yes, truly transcendent. I’m so pleased you’ve so much sky available to you.
For as long as I can remember being aware of me as an "I", I have been fascinated and a little frightened by the reality of my own individual consciousness, and the strange and incomprehensible wonder of how I exist. It turns out the maths makes it no more comprehensible.
But then, even though there is an equation to calculate the likelihood of my singular existence, there is no equation to calculate the miraculous, or to express the wonder of reading these words and what they conjure in my consciousness. Thank you and much love x
Thank you, Em. I remember being really young and laying in bed thinking about where the edges of the universe were and getting really overwhelmed. I like to keep that little version of me in mind when I now lay in bed, thinking about the same and feeling wildly excited by the impossible vastness of the whole thing. Much love to you 💜
Paradise. Happy sigh. Enjoy. Replenish. Live. 🤗🤗💕💕
Truly. Thank you so much, Beth 💗
“The miraculous exists in perpetuity regardless of whether it is witnessed or acknowledged, just as the sun continues to shine on the most overcast of days—but in our choosing to be observers, we part the clouds.”
The sanctuary spoke to you, spoke through you. Glorious beating wings on a blue sky day, enveloped you like a massive hug from the universe. I can feel it through your writing, all the way to Vermont. I cry your tears with you. An overwhelming sense of joy and peace. ♥️
It really did! It totally enveloped me. I could have stayed forever (and part of me probably has). We must go together one day ♥️
A calming and stunning reflection from half a world away. Not so calming for the boy who was quite excited by the soundtrack of exotic creatures!
Thank you, Chloe, for sharing from your SA adventure.
Thank you, my friend. I hope the noises weren’t too much for the boy! He’d lose his mind here, bless him 😆
To fly again, free!
When fog lifts, clouds part, we sing~
In sanctuary, death.
Ooooh, wonderful. Thank you, my friend
i love "the temporary idea of me" and contemplating the replacement of time with other dimensions. thanks again
Thank you dear franklin
Such beautiful words. Thank you for sharing them with us.
Thank you, Kelly!
Beautiful, and how well explored, this thing to happen upon if fortunate enough, "ancient conversation, a polyphony of warning, seduction and of simple declarations of being alive."
The oldest of cacophonies!
Amazing - thank you ❤️
Thank you