I make movies in my mind, or sometimes they write themselves in my sleep.
In one movie I see you smiling, coming into the bedroom as I wake up. I tell you about some plans for the day and you laugh. You pick up a towel and glance at me as you step into the shower.
In another movie you gaze into the distance as I rest my head on your shoulder, your arm around me, both of us not speaking a word. I think about the future while wondering if you were thinking about it too.
And then the light hits my eyes and the movies begin to fade.
I choose to linger in the fog, to make the movies keep playing, because then the world looks like a garden in the mist. Because then distance and time disappear.
Because then you are closer to me.
“People are like teabags. You don’t know how strong they are until you put them in hot water.”
The world needs an infusion of strength and hope. It can only come from each one.
(The quote above has been attributed to many people.)
York Castle was built on the orders of William I to dominate the Viking city of York in Northern England in the year 1068.
Clifford’s Tower, the keep (strongest and most secure part) of the castle, survives to this day and is one of the most distinguishable landmarks of the city.
It has gone through a tumultuous history involving massacres, fires, explosions and wars.
It has been used as an office, an armory, a prison, and even a cattle shed over the centuries.
The tower has a commanding view of the city, perhaps only matched by the more famous York Minster in the distance.
Going down the spiral staircase, one is reminded of how lonely it must have been for the guardsmen as they kept watch over Clifford’s Tower.
“Human says time goes by –
Time says human goes by.”
Not quite Evanescent
quickly fading light
I always seem to catch
last surf of the day
El Nido is a “managed resource protected area” in the province of Palawan in the Philippines. It is 420 kilometers or about an hour’s plane ride from Manila.
It has 45 islands and islets, each one a quiet corner to get unmoored from the hustle and bustle of city life.
One can while away the day on a boat, not to go adrift, but perhaps get back one’s bearings.
Or, when the day is done, simply enjoy the sunset, in a place where no one is in a hurry, not even the sea turtles that come to lay their eggs on the shore.
The day is long, as it should be, because when the days are long, then life is long too.
Though thatched dwellings date back to primitive times, they became popular in nineteenth-century England when “the gentry wanted a taste of the good life and the simple pleasures of cottage living.”
I can understand if this longing for the simple pleasures of an idyllic, if idealized, life resonates even louder today.
Fortunately, some people have continued the tradition of thatching and it survives to this day in England.
I guess part of preserving heritage is not just to remind us of what has been but also to inspire us to see what might be.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date
– William Shakespeare, Sonnet XVIII
Taking a breather from the daily rigors, even if only to appreciate the darling buds of May.