I remember sharing this with you, dear reader, quite a while back - but there's nothing wroong with repeating the good things of life (and death) so I'll repeat it again. . .
.
Okay.
The story is about a little wave,
bobbing along in the ocean, having a grand old time.
He's enjoying the wind and the fresh air
until he notices the other waves in front of him, crashing against the shore.
"My God, this is terrible," the wave says.
"Look what's going to happen to me!"
Then along comes another wave.
It sees the first wave, looking grim, and it says to him,
"Why do you look so sad?"
The first wave says,
"You don't understand! We're all going to crash!
All of us waves are going to be nothing! Isn't it terrible?"
The second wave says,
"No, you don't understand.
You're not a wave,
you're part of the ocean."
Okay.
The story is about a little wave,
bobbing along in the ocean, having a grand old time.
He's enjoying the wind and the fresh airuntil he notices the other waves in front of him, crashing against the shore.
"My God, this is terrible," the wave says."Look what's going to happen to me!"
Then along comes another wave.It sees the first wave, looking grim, and it says to him,
"Why do you look so sad?"
The first wave says,"You don't understand! We're all going to crash!
All of us waves are going to be nothing! Isn't it terrible?"
The second wave says,"No, you don't understand.
You're not a wave,
you're part of the ocean."
10 comments:
what tune are you humming then. . .
It's more of a dirge.
"good things of death" ????
Great seascapes, but I hope this isn't going to be too prophetic...
Christopher photos from my holiday at Polzeath, last summer. . .
. . .apparently it's going to rain huge amounts this weekend and there are high tides predicted, but hopefully I'll be protected by the Thames Barrier
shot Morrie had ALS, so was very aware of the fact his body was dying and once it went his mind would be gone too. . . so he tried to put the best on his situation, which - for him - meant appreciating how to live and what being dead would mean
Dave is that about the fact I spent all day in bed reading, or the fact you're not so sure about the story of the wave. . .
A Finger’s Stretch
Fire dying in upon itself till
all is ash or hearth --
undone, we slip into the folds
of dawn – move simply, gently
ever on – and where a creviced
rock will stand we lay
ourselves upon the land like
melted froth of winter’s snow;
and gather to us what will
grow, and gather up this raucous
din to settle near and ever in –
nature’s patterned slip towards
death the one kept distance
near us, yet we sit here green
among the pines where trickles
roar these twining vines.
A day in bed reading - what a wonderful guilty pleasure.
Awesome photos--but I hope you already knew that..cuz really, they are fabulous.
And it's a great read.....as well as a great ocean/wave piece. Coupled with the photos--I'd say it's just about perfect for what I need to be remembering.
(((((((( ILTV ))))))))))
What a great way to spend a Saturday. Way better than dusting ceiling fans and avoiding work 'stuff' piles....
k....I might wanna bring out that book again....
I love your ocean pictures.
I should re-read this book also.
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