A Moment
August 22nd 2007, Wallace Island, Princess Cove.
This place, this island; it has been so significant to me in the last few years. It was like a coming of age, being here for the first time as the captain of the very vessel on which I now sit.
I am sitting alone on the aft deck in the setting sun, drinking in the multitude of sensations that are washing over me. The cloudless blue of the sky is unbroken except at its feet by a tapestry of greens and browns, the endless variations of Douglas Fir and tangled Arbutus reaching skyward with outstretched hands soaking in the last kiss of warmth from a glorious golden sunset.
A gentle touch from a passing breeze caresses me gently as she drifts lazily by, as if she might tarry, but no, she’s gone to touch the trees, giving lift now to a lone eagle that plays in her formless body, expertly climbing over her in a lazy skyward spiral.
I hear the soft lap, lap, lap of tired waves heaving themselves over the rocky shore, their journey now over. The gleeful squeal of children yelling "look at me daddy" followed by their splash into the crisp ocean, echoes across the bay. I detect a faint trace of perfume from the warm forest floor; an intoxicating blending of old needles roasted in the summer heat, combined with a hint of fern or mossy undergrowth, though I am uncertain which. There are seals snuggled into the ring of rocks not far away; a formation that reminds me of Easter Island; a curious circle of stones undoubtedly formed by a Celestial visitor countless ages ago.
I imagine what it must have been like before the constant cacophony of industrial progress stole the silence. I imagine it could be much like this.
The sun has now set, quietly slipping behind distant mountains that appear to be topped with a thin layer of liquid gold; their forms standing in stark contrast to the inferno that has now all but vanished to shake off the darkness of night from another sleeping world.
All too soon the air chills, dew rapidly moistening everything, and I am aware of the silence. The silence of section of this crazy world at peace, and I am alone with my thoughts; thoughts of a time without pain, without loss, without disease. I ponder how I, like the waves, long to throw myself on that foreign shore, my energy spent, my soul finally at rest in the loving hands of the ocean of peace.
To be, like this moment; complete, at peace, experiencing the full richness and diversity that is the harbor of the great king of heaven.
This place, this island; it has been so significant to me in the last few years. It was like a coming of age, being here for the first time as the captain of the very vessel on which I now sit.
I am sitting alone on the aft deck in the setting sun, drinking in the multitude of sensations that are washing over me. The cloudless blue of the sky is unbroken except at its feet by a tapestry of greens and browns, the endless variations of Douglas Fir and tangled Arbutus reaching skyward with outstretched hands soaking in the last kiss of warmth from a glorious golden sunset.
A gentle touch from a passing breeze caresses me gently as she drifts lazily by, as if she might tarry, but no, she’s gone to touch the trees, giving lift now to a lone eagle that plays in her formless body, expertly climbing over her in a lazy skyward spiral.
I hear the soft lap, lap, lap of tired waves heaving themselves over the rocky shore, their journey now over. The gleeful squeal of children yelling "look at me daddy" followed by their splash into the crisp ocean, echoes across the bay. I detect a faint trace of perfume from the warm forest floor; an intoxicating blending of old needles roasted in the summer heat, combined with a hint of fern or mossy undergrowth, though I am uncertain which. There are seals snuggled into the ring of rocks not far away; a formation that reminds me of Easter Island; a curious circle of stones undoubtedly formed by a Celestial visitor countless ages ago.
I imagine what it must have been like before the constant cacophony of industrial progress stole the silence. I imagine it could be much like this. The sun has now set, quietly slipping behind distant mountains that appear to be topped with a thin layer of liquid gold; their forms standing in stark contrast to the inferno that has now all but vanished to shake off the darkness of night from another sleeping world.
All too soon the air chills, dew rapidly moistening everything, and I am aware of the silence. The silence of section of this crazy world at peace, and I am alone with my thoughts; thoughts of a time without pain, without loss, without disease. I ponder how I, like the waves, long to throw myself on that foreign shore, my energy spent, my soul finally at rest in the loving hands of the ocean of peace.
To be, like this moment; complete, at peace, experiencing the full richness and diversity that is the harbor of the great king of heaven.
very poetic
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thanks ,I was very self conscious of putting something so obviously artistic on, and no one has committed to saying whether it is tripe or not.
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Stephen, Barb shared this site with me, and I've been following along the periphery of your journey over the last months. I was very moved by your writing and sharing, I think we can all learn something from your perspective and insights.
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you know, I question the value of this blog;does it matter to me, anyone. The only way to gauge it has been the comments back. But I actually decided to keep doing it for myself, which is probably the right reason.
and if someone gets something out of it, cool.
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Very thought provking, to have have God's creation bring peace into the life we live and the things it brings us.
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Dear Stephen,
The photo's you posted serve to glorify the Creator....as the Psalmist declares,"Who is like unto the Lord"!You can joyously surrender to His will, for He only wills good for you!He knows our frame, that we are but dust...He knows we are weak and helpless...He knows we get discouraged;in His great mercy, He created life to be impossible to live without His grace.He is with you Stephen, He loves you...trust in His plan and His purpose...I know you do....Your sister in Christ, judy
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Life changes drastically when we are faced with the reality that we are nothing but dust. We have no control over anything except the choice to choose in having faith in the one we can't even "see". That is Jesus our life, our hope, and when we do we see the beauty of his workmanship, we finally appreciate Him, but wait, he dies for us, wow who would do that for us, someone, not only someone but GOD came, His son dies for us, I can't even wrap my mind around that, died for me, you and everyone? we finally are humbled, we are desperate for him even more so, this is what he wants, for him to live through us so that others can "see" Him, Our destiny? death, to ourselves, our ways our wants, whatever we want, we die to it so that he can Live through us, it isn't' about us, it's about others able to see Him in us, and finally death, physically, so that we can actually be with him, how sweet that will be.
He knows our sorrows, He is with us, everyday, what a friend, he truly is a friend to say the least. Don't you just love him?
I was thinking that maybe, Stephen, you would change keyboards, the one that got flushed.....time to bring it back?
Your friend
Karen
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