I'll be away for the next couple of days, retreating to a place where a welcoming temple built of stone, timber, copper and glass sits patiently on an eyebrow of the Banks Peninsula hills; very different indeed to the dusty streets of Jerusalem my sons Daniel and Tomas are walking at the moment...
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eek! - snow and glass! - a "three pairs of woolly socks" situation I reckon.
ReplyDeleteLooks like your Antarctic background will come in handy then ...
All The Best!
Have a blissful time Claire. See you on Monday - still in a state of bliss I trust.
ReplyDeleteHave you ever had the experience of being on a salt pan in the Northern Cape?
ReplyDeleteI've made many elegant speeches
ReplyDeleteto the assembly. Now it's time to
walk outside and be quiet. Shams draws
me to words, then two days of silence.
--Rumi
Hope peace is upon you . . .
bluemoon - how right you were; except, four pairs of socks would have been good, plus a neck gater and possum-fur scarf! Exhilarating stuff, but I'd have to say that 'bracing' myself against the elements was not reallllly what I had in mind for myself this weekend - that kind of thing goes with the territory in Antarctica, but up there on the peninsula,staying close to the fire was what I wanted to be doing! (What a wuss - how DO you spell that word by the way?)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kay - and yes, it was 'just right.'
Anon - come to think of it, I have experienced a salt pan in the N. Cape, yes. It was a striking and eery landscape. I remember feeling immediately thirsty.
ReplyDeleteThe light on the salt was dazzling - my children climbed a small mountain of it and, looking back at those photographs now, it's hard to tell whether it's sand or ice or salt they're on.
If you haven't read Michel Tournier's book, The Four Wise Men, I recommend it. Towards the end of the book, there's a chilling, mesmerizing, punishing and ultimately redemptive account of a young man working the salt mines somewhere in the Middle East. It never fails to move me to tears.
Aq. Aye - thank you for your blessings.