2018, silence remembered

Storms, snow, permit fishing and the longest silence.

Storms, snow, permit fishing and the longest silence.
That scene, with Macbeth helpless and desperate In his nightmare—when he meets the hags again And sees the apparitions in the pot— I felt at home with that one all right. Seamus Heaney

In the street and in society I am almost invariably cheap and dissipated, my life is unspeakably mean. No amount of gold or respectability would in the least redeem it — dining with the Governor or a member of Congress!!…
Try and travel with the eyes of the spirit wide open, and not too much factual information, to tune in…. You can extract the essence of a place once you know how. If you just get as still as a…

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