tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post4437724982975287433..comments2023-12-16T23:54:45.620+13:00Comments on . . . All Finite Things Reveal Infinitude . . . : Tuesday Poem | The Peninsula by Seamus HeaneyClaire Beynonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-3538842361474413652013-09-28T12:30:31.891+12:002013-09-28T12:30:31.891+12:00Dear Marylinn - we can trust you to facilitate and...Dear Marylinn - we can trust you to facilitate and synthesise our personal and shared experiences. Like you, I find these days to be unlike any I have known before. We are drawing the map as we travel it, I think. A turning point, yes. A new introduction to electricity, yes. An ever-renewing, ever-expanding relationship to - and with - Wonder. The 'density of mandate', too. Your words are so often torches lighting the way. Thank you xoxoClaire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-30284319125293969392013-09-28T07:06:05.569+12:002013-09-28T07:06:05.569+12:00In this and your previous post - and posts further...In this and your previous post - and posts further in the past - I love the eloquence of your photography. In some cases the wholly different perspective of something we may know at ground level. With others, myth and reality of fog. I find these to be days unlike any I have known before, as though a life-long (seemingly) skirmish with self has reached a turning point, as though someone just introduced me to electricity or I saw the ocean for the first time, wonder on that scale, yet with a density of mandate. That is as close as I come in this moment. The sense of change being afoot I feel in your posts. xoxopMarylinn Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02759437467691163658noreply@blogger.com