Clocks come and go as time comes and goes. We watch the march of time as the candle burns but what did we do with that time? Was it some of your allocated time on earth just burned away like the candlewax ... or was it entirely worthwhile enjoying the flame. The flame that burns so bright can illuminate that which is within as well as that which must remain without. Enlightenment. What do we think it might be? Is it worth looking for? Are you looking for it? What will it mean to us if we have it? Is it to at last know yourself? Is it to finally connect with the universal consciousness? Is it to find some true value in your life? Is it just a moment of joy, when your mind and body become one. . . and you actually know it? Is there no end to the continuity of enlightenment, or is there a point when everything becomes known to you and enlightenment is finite? It is a personal journey and my words to some will seem crude and cumbersome, for they know more than I and to others these words will be meaningless gibberish of little value. I feel privileged to have had a few mini ‘enlightenments’, small understandings that occurred in an instant and that bring with them knowledge that exceeds any expectation. . . a knowledge which takes the very soul closer to its source. Suddenly you are aware of something the existence of which never crossed your mind before, and how exciting it is to have it now. This is merely what I think at the time of writing. . . who knows what the morrow will bring. I found this hiding in my computer in Sept 2014, now I wonder what those enlightenments were . . . I seem to have forgotten. Perhaps forgetting is also part of the journey. Richard We know this little box came from France and in 1915. It was made by . . . someone at the front line or at least nearby, that remains forever unknown. Did it see the Battle of Festubert in May 1915 ? Was it present in the dark days of the battle of Loos in October, or perhaps the Hohenzollern Redoubt? Whatever it saw that year in 1915 it made it home safe to England where it keeps its secrets still. The schooner Kathleen and May rests on the mud of Bideford Quay 26th August 2014. A visit of respect and no doubt her last goodbye to the little white town of Bideford. In these photos she can be seen secured against the quay to keep her upright, waiting patiently in the dark until the tide returns to set her free.
Bideford long bridge is in the background. How many stories they could tell if they could but speak. We can only wonder. Sometimes a summer island is the only quiet place to enjoy the stories your soul craves. But have you a boat to take you there? Sometimes you can row out to your own spiritual island, one you discovered for yourself in a quiet moment. It will always be there . . . you just need to still be able to row.
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AuthorMmmm, I think you know too much already, but what the hell. . . retired firefighter, martial artist and self thought philosopher, some say cynic, some say skeptic, some know the truth. . . . most never will. Archives
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