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Thursday, September 30, 2010
I hit the wrong button on my laptop and lost all my pictures of Mr Nielson, and his sukkah building genius. Lovely images of elle, Mr Nielson better known as Sid, and their glorious offspring supping on delicious dinners, along with fabulous friends are nowhere to be found.
And all who gather under its humble palm leaf roof, can tap into the nightly portal! No, really it's true. You just have to find the right channel.
And I would have said, ' O yes, please come in'.
Suddenly, one day you realise that they are there.
Just beneath the surface, they wait like a secret and fill the bay. More then a dozen at a time. So that a walk or drive is punctuated with their discovery. All along the roadside, the wonder of the wild in the everyday. Just here. Beside the road.
On a still, spring day, with the sea a sheet of glass, they are almost unbearably beautiful. It is in these moments of unbearable beauty that you have a real sense of 'broken glass'.
Jewish bridegrooms shatter glass, with the stamp of their 'just married' wedding shoe. Even as we celebrate, we are commanded to remember the destruction of the temple, and the pain of a 'broken world'.
And so as Mr Nielson and I vibrate with gratitude on a spring day beside the ocean, we are sad for those who will never know the quiet joy of our being there together.
For anyone who is hurting now.
As the whales play
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
To live content with small means...
To seek elegance rather then luxury, and refinement rather then fashion...
To be worthy not
and wealthy not rich...
To listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart...
To bear all cheerfully.
Do all bravely.
Await occasions, never hurry... in a word, to let the spiritual,
unbidden and unconsious,
grow up through the common...
this is to be my symphony.
William Henry Channing.