"The skin of the restless sea laps at our feet ..." is a reflection of not just a truth in action but the metaphor of our relationships and understanding. We are daily, often within moments, challenged by our binary selves.
There is a fascinating undertow within this piece that I look forward to resting with today.
So beautifully written and so powerfully freighted with deep insights. One of your best. In my morning liturgy there's a passage,
"Homage to the awakening of the Buddha, which transcends the vehicles, the lineages, the doctrinal and philosophical systems and all such fabrications so wearisome."
I say this standing and facing two lit incense sticks symbolizing the dualities, the maps we seek to impose on reality. The x and y coordinates we bind ourselves to in a restless sea of constant change.
Now not to bring religion into it, just substitute "truth seeker" for "Buddha". There are fictions that we feel serve the truth and fictions that we feel oppose the truth but in the end they are all fictions, even "Truth" itself. It is then that we find ourselves in the trackless wastes of Antarctica, all maps blown away.
Jason, Thoughtful as usual. I love this sentence. "I like the idea that the surface of the ocean is already above sea level…" Food for thought. Thanks. David
Thanks, David. I was happy with that line too, though I didn't see any of my sources saying it. So it's possible that the geniuses calculating the geoidal sea level might not agree with my poetic license.
As always, Jason, you've expanded and enriched my mind with ideas. And thanks for mentioning my essay. You actually filled in some of the blanks that troubled me as I wrote, mostly that, yeah, the tides may be reliable, but by burning things we humans have managed to alter their intensity and impact.
Thank you, Bryan. Yes, now there's our turbulence atop the normal turbulence.
I'm always happy to link my writing to yours. You've reminded me to take a walk with Heather to see who's floating in the bay here. Never seen a King Eider (other than the local pub by that name), so should make a goal of that.
Lovely writing, and wise. Earth as ballast for sanity.
Thank you, Rob. Ballast is the perfect word here.
"The skin of the restless sea laps at our feet ..." is a reflection of not just a truth in action but the metaphor of our relationships and understanding. We are daily, often within moments, challenged by our binary selves.
There is a fascinating undertow within this piece that I look forward to resting with today.
Thank you, Stacy. Enjoy your day; happy that the writing is part of it.
So beautifully written and so powerfully freighted with deep insights. One of your best. In my morning liturgy there's a passage,
"Homage to the awakening of the Buddha, which transcends the vehicles, the lineages, the doctrinal and philosophical systems and all such fabrications so wearisome."
I say this standing and facing two lit incense sticks symbolizing the dualities, the maps we seek to impose on reality. The x and y coordinates we bind ourselves to in a restless sea of constant change.
Thank you, Michael. A restless sea of constant change, indeed. And yet it calms us.
Sorry Jason, to wax so abstractly, but after recent events in my life I'm looking at some things sub specie aeternitatis!
No apologies, Michael. Wax on, please. I always look forward to it. And yes, my writing this week also finds a breather by looking to the horizon.
Now not to bring religion into it, just substitute "truth seeker" for "Buddha". There are fictions that we feel serve the truth and fictions that we feel oppose the truth but in the end they are all fictions, even "Truth" itself. It is then that we find ourselves in the trackless wastes of Antarctica, all maps blown away.
Love this piece, so gentle, but cuts deeply to the heart of many of our problems. Thank you.
Thank you, Geoffrey. That's nicely said.
Your essay was exceptional. It showed a peace and perspective desperately needed.
Jason, Thoughtful as usual. I love this sentence. "I like the idea that the surface of the ocean is already above sea level…" Food for thought. Thanks. David
Thanks, David. I was happy with that line too, though I didn't see any of my sources saying it. So it's possible that the geniuses calculating the geoidal sea level might not agree with my poetic license.
As always, Jason, you've expanded and enriched my mind with ideas. And thanks for mentioning my essay. You actually filled in some of the blanks that troubled me as I wrote, mostly that, yeah, the tides may be reliable, but by burning things we humans have managed to alter their intensity and impact.
Thank you, Bryan. Yes, now there's our turbulence atop the normal turbulence.
I'm always happy to link my writing to yours. You've reminded me to take a walk with Heather to see who's floating in the bay here. Never seen a King Eider (other than the local pub by that name), so should make a goal of that.
My aspiration now is to meet up with you at The King Eider!
I'd love that. Looking forward to it.
That as no you Jason, that was a very intelligent and thoughtful read. I’m glad I’ve found your work.
Thank you, Jonathan. Happy to have you here.
Apologies Jason, I see my previous comment was a bit weird, it's supposed to say "Thank you" at the beginning 🙄
That's what I figured, Jonathan. Fingers and machines betray us in small ways all the time...