Oh Captain, My Captain!!
I am roused and more alive than all the day before!
To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
I drifted from my fog of sleep to my wife watching the nearly grown eagles at Friends of Big Bear Valley (YouTube)
Strolling out to watch the sunset reveals a stunning cottony down of clouds glowing pink and orange. We lean against the bumper of the car like two teenagers in her mother’s driveway-speechless, soaking in the moment.
Peeling an orange, I calve off wedges, alternating for us each.
It is juicy and sweet and delicious. It dribbles down my chin and I laugh trying to keep it from dripping onto my shirt.
“Let’s go for a drive and watch the sun set.” She says weakly. Her strength is not yet returned.
So we drive west slowly on farm roads with no traffic, the windows down and cold air blows smelling wet and alive. Conversation is absent, it is enough to just be together and soak in the fading glory of day while the silver watcher rises to our backs.
This is one of those moments that in detail will wash away in the current of time, but the feeling is a seed sprouted and growing into another mighty oak on the bank of my heart.
I’m feeling electric and poetic and alive here now in the dark.
Infinite.
What would be more perfect than reading poetry on a night like this?
Yeats, Dickinson, Frost, Elliot, Collins, Thomas, Valentine, Solomon!
She drifts in and out of sleep to my serenade. Reading to her always has this result, relaxation and slumber. I don’t blame her and am glad my sonorous voice has this effect.
I am inspired to a viewing of The Dead Poets Society. Such a great film and one I always fantasized of being a part of. Or something like it.
Minus the dark 3rd act.
The theme is creativity and embracing the best in life. Even at the risk of acceptable conformity. Especially at the risk.
Mister Keating is only just inspiring the boys to think beyond the strictness of their curriculum. To see the world differently and suck the marrow of life.
Neil is really struggling with the the duality of expectations and passion. A battle I know well. I wish I could tell Neil if he toes the line, he’ll find satisfaction and contentment.
I don’t think they truly exists in this world. So all we can do is give it our best and accept the good we have while working to be better and counting on the promise of a future where we are both made completely whole. Satisfied in a way that we cannot currently conceive. That's a big deal for those with a powerful imagination.
Charlie is my favorite. He is a complete live wire. He’s who we all wish we were, but none of us have the balls to be.
And poor Knox! Alas, man! Let her go!! But god bless your passion… we would do well to bleed so readily for those we love.
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
Robert Herrick 1648
Gather ye Rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to day,
To morrow will be dying.
The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun,
The higher he's a getting;
The sooner will his Race be run,
And neerer he's to Setting.
That Age is best, which is the first,
When Youth and Blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times, still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time;
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.
I would wax all night, but, there is more that I must do than spill upon this page.
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Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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