tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post3160308385876473961..comments2023-12-16T23:54:45.620+13:00Comments on . . . All Finite Things Reveal Infinitude . . . : (We can) trust the seaClaire Beynonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-27190041600904936902010-10-13T08:59:08.193+13:002010-10-13T08:59:08.193+13:00Dear Mim and T. Clear - your presence here is alwa...Dear Mim and T. Clear - your presence here is always balm. Thank you xxClaire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-24930971379225050432010-10-13T08:58:09.071+13:002010-10-13T08:58:09.071+13:00Dear Elisabeth
I worry for the sea, too. Some ma...Dear Elisabeth <br /><br />I worry for the sea, too. Some marine scientists speak doom and gloom, others offer up reassurances; the latter tend to see the sea in the way we might see skin, I think, and speak of its capacity to heal and renew itself.<br /><br />This might be so, but still. . . we also know the effects of repeated abuse. At some point, we have to step away from the pattern and put a stop to the madness. Why is this, I wonder? Why when we see and hear the ocean's lament, is it so hard for us to walk towards it (or away, as is also sometimes necessary) in compassion? We can be curious, sometimes damnable creatures, can we not - even in the face of wonder? <br /><br />I hope you're doing okay re; your Dog Stories. . . stand in your heart and all will ultimately be well. <br /><br />Love to you in Sydney, Elisabeth.Claire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-84261798949448055542010-10-13T08:44:53.527+13:002010-10-13T08:44:53.527+13:00Dear Marylinn and Susan - I wonder whether when on...Dear Marylinn and Susan - I wonder whether when one of us walks a local beach, pitches a tent away from 'it all' , lies quietly to absorb the quiet, sets out to explore a forest or clamber to the top of a mountain, we do so for those of us who - in that moment - are tucked up at home asleep or reading, gardening or preparing a meal. . . That in some ways, whatever we do we can do it with the idea of 'we' rather than 'I'. That way we're able to do what we can and must wherever we are, knowing that in some measure or other, our friends are sharing the experience - - - and vice versa? I like the idea of this, very much. . . the idea that we can be on our own and in community wherever we are; I can walk a beach with and for you. You can enter a forest, a room of words when I cannot... (I'm just thinking aloud here --- but if this were so, what oceans of possibilities it opens up?) L, C xClaire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-18658684810511430072010-10-13T08:33:57.786+13:002010-10-13T08:33:57.786+13:00Dear Melissa - the sea's deep knowledge. . . y...Dear Melissa - the sea's deep knowledge. . . yes, if we can sit beside it, or know its company within us, it can teach us many things. I am grateful I live within reach of it. When we can't get to it, we still have access to its mysteries and presence. I know you know this and experience it, too. Love to you, dear Sparrow. C xxClaire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-83288548313038062022010-10-12T00:20:54.929+13:002010-10-12T00:20:54.929+13:00Hello Scott - lovely to find you here. Thanks for ...Hello Scott - lovely to find you here. Thanks for visiting, for trailing your hands through the water here and leaving a message.<br /><br />Yes, the sea is a wonder, a miracle. Do you know this quote by Arthur C. Clarke - <br />"How inappropriate to call this planet Earth when clearly it is ocean'? <br /><br />Not long now till The Woman at the Verge is home. Your house will be sparkling. You have been so patient. <br /> <br />L, CClaire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-79280300678156807952010-10-11T15:25:50.828+13:002010-10-11T15:25:50.828+13:00Blessings to you too! xoT.Blessings to you too! xoT.T. https://www.blogger.com/profile/16509409207991963533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-14799321253855797212010-10-11T12:16:45.086+13:002010-10-11T12:16:45.086+13:00Thank you, dear Claire for strong and subtle! Suc...Thank you, dear Claire for strong and subtle! Such fine photos--quiet colors.Mimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13039776441665375475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-71114387455994102902010-10-10T20:36:58.450+13:002010-10-10T20:36:58.450+13:00I worry for the sea. What we have done through ov...I worry for the sea. What we have done through overfishing. This writing and these images are exquisite. They say so much about how much we have to lose. Thanks, Claire.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-24711395215260092142010-10-10T11:33:16.016+13:002010-10-10T11:33:16.016+13:00a sumptuous, quietly exhilarating post, claire. as...a sumptuous, quietly exhilarating post, claire. as it happens, i've just returned from a walk on the beach. youve expressed so beautifully many of my own inchoate thoughts...<br />cheers & thank you,<br />susansusan t. landryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12454487318141469849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-20240143778131677332010-10-10T10:56:46.116+13:002010-10-10T10:56:46.116+13:00Your hypnotic photos, each a small mystery. The s...Your hypnotic photos, each a small mystery. The sea appears to be teacher and friend. From your place of quiet you have found much to impart, identifying our flinty center where all things reside. I am soothed by your discoveries.Marylinn Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02759437467691163658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-32542804261973683182010-10-10T10:27:44.147+13:002010-10-10T10:27:44.147+13:00Very wise words, Claire, and glorious photographs....Very wise words, Claire, and glorious photographs. The heartbeat of the world--I miss not living so close any more--but you've captured, in language and pictures, what I couldn't articulate about the sea and its deep knowledge. Thank you. xL. M.Melissa Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03270919534011711225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100640878581081403.post-36323694228267683992010-10-10T09:54:16.790+13:002010-10-10T09:54:16.790+13:00Wow.
This is beautiful, Claire. And true.
The s...Wow.<br /><br />This is beautiful, Claire. And true.<br /><br /><br />The sea is the best feature of our planet, if you ask me, once you account for a place to stand on to admire it, and a blue sky to stretch over it. All that heaving movement, all that energy and gorgeousness, and the life packed into every inch and drop of it, the mysteries of it, the way it carries so much of the past in itself...I can't stand on the shore and fail to think about how the surf against the rocks is probably the single physical event that is unchanged since the seas were formed. It makes me hope that all of that inertia will carry the sea forward, out of our time, so it might survive us, despite our best efforts to destroy it and everything else we touch.<br /><br /><br />Anyway. I think this post is beautiful and I'm grateful to you for it.<br /><br /><br />yrs-<br /><br /><br />tearfultearful dishwasherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13436954924992728636noreply@blogger.com