Well, we’re back to Monday.
So what’s on the agenda today? Well, we are 43 days away from Autumn, so that's a positive. So when you start to moan about Monday, think about that.
Aerial America. There is this TV show on the Smithsonian
Channel known as “Aerial America” where they view each state and some National
Parks through the lens of a camera in the air.
I absolutely love this show and it gives me so many ideas of where I
want to go if we ever clear this COVID hurdle. Mrs. B.O.B. and I have
longed to go to New England and shows like this are amazing and only feed our
desire more. Yesterday, I watched one on
Maine, which in a sense reminds me of coastal Northern California.
What an apt description.
I kind of want to say this and it’s a bit unusual for me, but there is just so much natural beauty in this country. In a time of hate and division, I wish we would all come together to seriously enjoy what this country has to offer.
A poem. All this about Maine and the sea, and I decided to spend the morning researching. I don’t
normally go this route either, but as I read this poem, it sure seems
appropriate to life today:
The Beachcomber’s Secret Meaning of Life on the Maine Coast
By Michael McClintock
Most of the time,
No one cares what you think or do.
You are not the center of things:
The ego-centric view is illusion,
A trick of your own two eyes connected
By stalks to a small mass of gray matter
That is mostly hot, electrified substance.
In fact, pure imagination.
Get over it.
Your design is good --- poised, resilient.
Learn to use it to fullest advantage.
You can imagine wherever you are
To be whatever you wish it to be
And that is okay---unless you believe
What you conceive is actually there
At the center---Eliot’s small, still point
That hardened over time into despair
Of rational sense and human purpose
Look at us now.
We’re free of those literary gizmos.
In our unmasked, happier ignorance,
We choose what we love most
And paste together the version of the world
We take to bed, which means we’ve returned
To the starting place---
That breezy strand of beach somewhere
On a hydrogen sea, where molecules
Threw a necklace, which then stuck to the sand
And soon sprouted legs, arms, lips and a brain,
Intending only to have a nice day.
I hope that Michael was OK with my sharing.
Well, that's it for today. Enjoy your Monday.
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