Petty's Island

Where the wind whispers
on the pirate island,
we hide our ill-content,
a few bad decisions, and dreams.

And the green tells me
life wants to be living -
to push through the topsoil,
and come to this, our path.

There we may walk carefully,
in wonder, worry, and want.
We walk and wake the secrets below,
Every old thing bound to new.

 Fauna plodding forward,
plundering the sky and seas,
fiercely forging a breath -
the space to cry 'sanctuary'.

Living the questions.

“I know now, Lord, why you utter no answer. You are yourself the answer. Before your face questions die away. What other answer would suffice?”

-C.S. Lewis

Icebergs.

Annie Dillard has written: “There is no such thing as a solitary polar explorer, fine as the conception is.” We do not face the world alone. We cannot.

But do we sometimes want to? Yes.

“The interior life is often stupid. Its egoism blinds it and deafens it; its imagination spins out ignorant tales, fascinated. It fancies that the western wind blows on the Self, and leaves fall at the feet of the Self for a reason, and people are watching. A mind risks real ignorance for the sometimes paltry prize of an imagination enriched. The trick of reason is to get the imagination to seize the actual world- if only from time to time.” - Annie Dillard

A sermon about Annie Dillard - a woman who I think I think like.

Sometimes...

don't you just want to climb one of these and sit in it for a while?