A bell in the distance is always a bell and not yet a death knell as you grasp brambles and branches for a ration of natural guidance and consent to a series of red streaks they grant as stigmata on your forearms and hands. You are not an abandoned spirit, rather one of many pilgrims who follow a related road, a path scratched on a map with sticks and hard blood that carries you to another garden door.
What a refreshing respite from the workaday world; to wake up on a Tuesday morning and - coffee safely in hand - consume these words like a warm meal for the soul. One gets lost in these little worlds that you conjure, Victor - thank you for that.
Alan I met posthumously in 1980 when owed a rock and roll night club. Had live music with Rock and Roll Bands mainly from Orange County Ca. In Yuma Az. I know Mark Watts through correspondence Emails. I own almost all Alan’ s published books and pamphlets and most of his recordings and videos.
Not even close to what Campbell did but enough of his stuff to get me to that other shore. Campbell a devote Catholic, is one of the strange irony’s about him. I guess he never went to a Jesuit or Benedictine Boarding Svhool, really scary times. But I should be thankful as it lead me away from the church to find my own way.
You hit it right on the head; those silly childhood things you did and some into adulthood that you carry through tell you arrive at the shore awaiting to be taken to the other shore. Be careful that when you reach the other shore that you do not take the raft with you, because the raft is made of all your misdeeds and good deeds just get off and breath the new fresh air and say maybe this time I will do better.
Man, oh man. This was hypnotic. (Thank you, alliteration!) I don't pretend to "get it", but it seemed almost biblical. I enjoyed the images it evoked. Wait, that's your motto, isn't it? Well done!
What a refreshing respite from the workaday world; to wake up on a Tuesday morning and - coffee safely in hand - consume these words like a warm meal for the soul. One gets lost in these little worlds that you conjure, Victor - thank you for that.
So beautiful and inspiring. I think a word in the last line needs to be "petals" not "pedals"? Thank you so much for sharing this.
"You are not an abandoned spirit", a moving phrase. Such wonderful phrasing for this landscape.
Nice meditation. For me a confirmation that leaving the mundane and practical world is what sets our feet on a surer path, our own. Thanks for it!
‘The vessel’ is waiting for me too but like you I’ll ‘ stay awhile ‘. I loved the mood. Thanks.
Alan I met posthumously in 1980 when owed a rock and roll night club. Had live music with Rock and Roll Bands mainly from Orange County Ca. In Yuma Az. I know Mark Watts through correspondence Emails. I own almost all Alan’ s published books and pamphlets and most of his recordings and videos.
Not even close to what Campbell did but enough of his stuff to get me to that other shore. Campbell a devote Catholic, is one of the strange irony’s about him. I guess he never went to a Jesuit or Benedictine Boarding Svhool, really scary times. But I should be thankful as it lead me away from the church to find my own way.
I loved the rhythm in this piece, Victor! Thanks for sharing.
You hit it right on the head; those silly childhood things you did and some into adulthood that you carry through tell you arrive at the shore awaiting to be taken to the other shore. Be careful that when you reach the other shore that you do not take the raft with you, because the raft is made of all your misdeeds and good deeds just get off and breath the new fresh air and say maybe this time I will do better.
Man, oh man. This was hypnotic. (Thank you, alliteration!) I don't pretend to "get it", but it seemed almost biblical. I enjoyed the images it evoked. Wait, that's your motto, isn't it? Well done!
This is amazing! I loved reading this today. Such profound beauty and encouragement.