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Notes from the Waxhaws

Orbis tertius

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I come here to remind myself…that I live on a planet circling a star…in the vast blackness of space. Nothing but sky and sea…with a view into infinity. Life is reduced to its simplest terms. All else fades into insignificance. 

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February 24, 2017 at 6:28 pm

Wheeling gazelle

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“Gazelle” by Marshall Maynard Fredericks, Brookgreen Gardens, SC

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January 23, 2017 at 6:25 pm

Wandering

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The Song of Wandering Aengus


I went out to the hazel wood,

Because a fire was in my head,   

And cut and peeled a hazel wand, 

And hooked a berry to a thread; 

And when white moths were on the wing, 

And moth-like stars were flickering out,

I dropped the berry in a stream

And caught a little silver trout.

 

When I had laid it on the floor

I went to blow the fire aflame,

But something rustled on the floor,

And some one called me by my name:

It had become a glimmering girl

With apple blossom in her hair

Who called me by my name and ran

And faded through the brightening air.

 

Though I am old with wandering

Through hollow lands and hilly lands,

I will find out where she has gone,

And kiss her lips and take her hands;

And walk among long dappled grass,

And pluck till time and times are done

The silver apples of the moon,

The golden apples of the sun.

~ William Butler Yeats

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January 22, 2017 at 2:29 pm

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Merry Christmas 2016

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…from the Carolinas. 

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December 25, 2016 at 8:56 am

Frost and fire

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After a frozen night…the trees blaze beauty in the warming sun. 

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November 20, 2016 at 8:50 am

October morning

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On a quiet, cool Saturday morning…Sweet Gums are turning outside my window. 

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October 15, 2016 at 8:53 am

A world of dew

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I awoke this morning…cold under the blanket. After what has seemed like an interminably long and hot summer…this felt different. Outside, everything was adorned with silver jewels…caught in the rays of the rising sun. Each dew drop…as Andrew Marvell once pondered…

“Does, in its pure and circling thoughts, express The greater heaven in an heaven less.”

Each clinging dew drop…on this cool Carolina morning…reflecting the world around it…and reminding me that we too, are but reflections of something greater…waiting for the warming rays that will soon release us…and return us to our source. 

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October 1, 2016 at 3:15 pm