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A Monday meander: Random thoughts

Empty tables.
Waiting in the woods.

He Is Not Dead

I cannot say, and I will not say
That he is dead. He is just away.
With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,
He has wandered into an unknown land
And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be, since he lingers there.
And you—oh you, who the wildest yearn
For an old-time step, and the glad return,
Think of him faring on, as dear
In the love of There as the love of Here.
Think of him still as the same. I say,
He is not dead—he is just away.

~ Jame Whitcomb Riley

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An autumn day.

The weekend was a beautiful and bittersweet celebration of the life of a remarkable man.  On the way home last night I pondered the idea of how we think we know a person, but we really don’t get to truly know them until we stand in a gathering of those who loved him/her, those whose lives were touched in some way by him/her, and listen to the stories of that person’s life.  There are more sides to all of us than we fathom or even consider on a day-to-day basis.  It is a good lesson to learn, to carry with me.  I was going to type, “I wish I’d learned it sooner,” but the truth is that I might not have been ready to appreciate such a lesson sooner.  ‘Twould be nice if it had been learned an easier and better way, though.

Communing with the sky.
Communing with the sky.

I was awake for a good part of last night, unable to sleep in spite of a deep exhaustion.  I wrote poetry in my head, poetry that vanished in the morning light just as the frost and dew disappeared with the warmth from the rising sun.  Ephemeral poetry, perhaps floating out in the ether somewhere waiting for someone else to pick up the words, write them down, and share them with others.  Maybe they will become a song someday.  I would like that.

Where the light gets in.
Where the light gets in.

Music was a huge part of our friend’s life, and it was a big part of the celebrations of his life.  I won’t go into detail about the two events.  It would take too long, and maybe be too personal.  There were stories and photographs, songs and remembrances, sobs and tears, smiles and laughter, hugs and hand holding, and a few of those instances of that little hitch you get in your breath when you are trying to form words through your sorrow.  Above all, there was Love.  I am pretty sure G was there with us, playing the drums and singing songs in the alternate universe he has moved onto ahead of us.

In a parking lot, watching the moon rise.
In a parking lot, watching the moon rise.

We stopped to look at the moon on our way home yesterday.  It wasn’t a planned stop.  I don’t even remember who suggested it.  M, I think.  It was a chance to stop and catch our breath after the weekend’s events.  We joined a bunch of other folks — strangers — standing on the beach of the Chesapeake Bay, near the Bay Bridge, to watch the super moon.  The moon was already already on the way up when we got out of the car to walk down to the beach.

A gathering of "hunters" trying to capture the super moon.
A gathering of “hunters” trying to capture the super moon.

It was one of those breathtakingly, almost achingly, beautiful evenings.  Cold, and getting colder after sunset, breezy, yet quiet even with all the people on the beach watching as the moon tried to reach the pink part of the sky.  We didn’t stay long, and couldn’t have even if we wanted to because the park closes at 5:00 PM.  The park ranger came around to let everyone know the park was closed and it was time to move on.

Sometimes you work with what you got.
Sometimes you work with what you got.

I hadn’t planned to take photos of the moon, and didn’t have my tripod so the shots I got are fair-to-middling, maybe.  Some are not even that good.  Still and all, they give you an idea, a sense of what it looked like in the sky, in the water, and on the beach yesterday evening.

Beautiful evening.
Beautiful evening.

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.

~ Jalaluddin Rumi

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Night noise

The weather was wonderfully autumnal throughout the weekend.  I always think it should be gray and gloomy during sorrow filled occasions, and yet it almost never fails to be beautiful.  There are lessons in that, too.  And blessings, I suppose.  Because the weather was so nice, M and I took a short walk through a veteran’s cemetery on Sunday afternoon.  We had arrived an hour or so early for the Sunday services for G in the Annapolis area and couldn’t find a park nearby.  Nobody seems to mind if you stroll around a cemetery, and it was better than strolling around a shopping mall.

The Chesapeake Bay Bridge.
The Chesapeake Bay Bridge.

It is raining and chilly today.  I wanted to go down to the Point to watch as the moon set, but the clouds had already moved in sometime during the wee hours of the morning.

In the veterans cemetery.
In the veterans cemetery.

There is a lot going on in the weeks ahead.  I’ll be visiting Little Wookie (my grandson) this upcoming weekend.  It will be wonderful to see him again.  He’s been growing by leaps and bounds, as babies do.  We Skyped with him on Sunday morning, and I swear he is the happiest baby I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet.  Darn cute, too.  He always puts a smile on my face.

Slumped over.
Slumped.

Next week is Thanksgiving here in the U.S.  Some of my family will be coming to the ranch to celebrate.  It will be the biggest family gathering we’ve had here.  I’m not quite sure how we’ll manage to fit everyone in.  It will be cozy, that’s for sure.

I reckon that’s it from me and from the Wabi-Sabi Ranch.  Thank you for visiting and for meandering along with me.  Thank you, too, for all of your lovely comments on my last post.  Your love and support are much appreciated.  I’ll be trying to catch up with y’all soon.

In the morning light.
In the morning light.

Be good, be kind, be loving.  Just Be.  🙂

A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy:  51) The honor and privilege of friendship.  52) Family that you’ve had the good fortune to choose.  (In other words, friends.)  53) A rainy day to rest and take my time getting caught up.  54) Love, in all its forms.  55) The beauty of nature.

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Robin is a photographer, artist, writer, wife, sometime poet, mom, grandma, daughter, sister, friend, and occasional traveler currently living on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. She finished a 365 commitment to get outside every day in 2011, and has turned it into a lifelong commitment taking one or more walks each day. Robin will continue to share her walks through her words and images on Breezes at Dawn. Older posts can be found at Life in the Bogs, her previous blog. Robin and her husband are in the midst of renovating the house and property they refer to as the Wabi-Sabi Ranch, 35 acres that include marsh, a dock on a tidal creek, meadows, and woodlands. Every day brings new discoveries.

18 thoughts on “A Monday meander: Random thoughts

  1. I’m sorry for the loss of your friend, but I’m happy that you were able to share with others in a tribute to him. I understand what you mean that you expect the weather to be grey and dismal, but how nice that it actually was not.
    The photos are beautiful. I laughed at the shot with the port-a-potty. 🙂
    Enjoy the visit with Little Wookie! Hugs!

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    1. Thank you so much, Merril. 🙂 With so much sadness floating around (and other emotions due to the election), I thought we could all use a shot that might cause a smile or some laughter. 😀

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  2. I, too, am sorry about your friend. The Riley quote at the top made me cry as I was sitting on a little hill tonight waiting for the moon to appear. It’s beautiful…the quote and the moon. I LOVED the porta potty shot..you are right. You take what you can get.

    Last night we saw the beautiful pink moon too, it came up just after 5 here, the sun was just going down, it was a lovely color. Unfortunately I was struggling with my settings and didn’t succeed in capturing that lovely color.

    Tonight we had clouds and the moon was a golden yellow. It came out orange on my camera. Oh well…I learned a lot and someday I hope I’ll get to try it again, maybe at a better location, like on a beach looking at the Atlantic! 🙂

    Hugs to you and your family and friends. Your moon shots, and all the rest of the shots are beautiful.

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    1. Thank you so much, Dawn, and I’m sorry the poem made you cry. Hugs to you, too. 🙂 As for the pink moon, I had to adjust the color in Photoshop to get it to come out the way I saw it. Sometimes the camera doesn’t agree with my eyes.

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  3. All of your photos are beautiful and the moon is superb! Eulogies often hold information we were not aware of bout the person, I always like that- but also wish people could be made aware while living how they touched someone’s life. As I have grown older I try to do that- why shouldn’t they know the impact they may have made. Such a sad day for you, but such beautiful images ❤

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    1. Thank you so much, Lisa. 🙂 I’ve been thinking the same thing, and wondering why we don’t have life celebrations while people are living. Maybe that’s what birthday celebrations should be about — telling people how much they’ve touched your life.

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  4. I laughed right out loud over the portapotty shot – I love your sense of humor, even in the midst of so much sadness, it helps to lighten things up. Love your photos per usual, the backlit Japanese maple especially.
    I hope your visits with family are exceptionally fine and your travels go smoothly. Hugs and blessings!

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    1. Thank you so much, Eliza. 🙂 I have a warped sense of humor, and you’re right. It does help to lighten things up. The Japanese maple was gorgeous. I don’t think I’ve ever seen leaves so vividly red.

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  5. A day off from school today – a morning to take it slow before festivities begin and catch up with my favorite bloggers. I’ve been so absent lately but I do still love to read your thoughts and see your lovely photos. I may not be as “vocal” as I’ve been in the past but I’m still around enjoying your posts!

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Comments are delightful and always appreciated. I will respond when I can (life is keeping me busy!), and/or come around to visit you at your place soon. Thank you!

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