A Little Reflection:

We all are co creators of our current world through our choices, our decisions, our intentions. The best we can do is live as various as possible. THE savage and beautiful country that we’ve created and are still creating between where we  begun and where we’re going continues. 

This quote by Diane Ackerman speak to us Are you ready to climb aboard?

The great affair, the love affair with life, is to live as variously as possible, to groom one’s curiosity like a high-spirited thoroughbred, climb aboard, and gallop over the thick, sun-struck hills every day. Where there is no risk, the emotional terrain is flat and unyielding, and, despite all its dimensions, valleys, pinnacles, and detours, life will seem to have none of its magnificent geography, only a length. It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.”

We hear the white noise of the wind, steady and rough as surf curling along an infinte  shore. We get paid for the waiting, the work is free…. There is  nothing to do but wait. The long hours of travel and preparation to get to Shetland, and then the longer hours of waiting. All for that one turbo charged, adrenaline-rushing vision when the island  suddenly declares itself. We are no longer a passenger in our own life, riding the bus, but in the driver’s seat. We are adding moments and length to our life, but also, and more importantly, width.

Merely walking along these cliffs, is like walking in the sky. I don’t have to look up. I breath it in deeply, the millions of molecules of sky, and then exhale them back into the world…. Walking is a celebratory event and prayer, and a deeper form of inquiry. It  insinuates itself and informs the day.

The rock pool plunge value adds to the experience of my experiments with truth- Beauty is truth truth is beauty.

Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.

Scientists too, as J. Robert Oppenheimer once remarked, “live always at the ‘edge of mystery’ — the boundary of the unknown.” But they transform the unknown into the known, haul it in like fishermen; artists get you out into that dark sea.

How do you calculate upon the unforeseen? It seems to be an art of recognizing the role of the unforeseen, of keeping your balance amid surprises, of collaborating with chance, of recognizing that there are some essential mysteries in the world and thereby a limit to calculation, to plan, to control. To calculate on the unforeseen is perhaps exactly the paradoxical operation that life most requires of us.