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Lee and myself just got back from Grand Manan, an island off the coast of New Brunswick where for the second year we rented a cottage called "Dorothy." It is a special place that the owners, Shayne and Anna-Marie keep in pristine shape beautifully supplied with everything needed for a week except food - along with a graciousness and care that is real. A hard thing to find these days. I cannot reccommend a better place to spend a vacation on the ocean in surroundings that are untouched by the maddening onslaught of the commercial world we live in. If you go be aware that there is not a television in the three rentals that comprise the Driftwood Cottages. What a joy!
Below is the table where poetry and meals were served on the same menu -
I have never even thought about putting an ad on this blog so below is the very first and the very last you will ever see here. The following is unsolicited, and freely given to endorse a most remarkable place. It comes with a promise that disappointment is not a word that can be used to express a visit here.
The first photo is from the web.
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Taken in Acadia
- More Paradox -
Paradoxes again, there is no
escape from the Way of Knowledge.
My soul is a slave to my
Beloved, even as it is free to soar.
I am in bondage, yet I am
compelled to open my wings and fly -
Only Love, would make such an
offer to the starry eyed.
My chains, made of the feathers
of flight, having no weight,
Tie me to the Door of Heaven,
on which I knock each morning.
Having risen from the tomb of
sleep, as did our friend Lazarus,
I go with the rest of the flock
to get, “something to eat.....”
I depend on God, to preen my
plumage, beautifully painted
With the colors of Your Cloak -
the same one,
That when spread across the
sky, is both sunset and sunrise.
What Grace, to be clothed with
Your Beauty each day.
What Gift, each night, to be
covered with Love's silver hair,
The rays of Wisdom as She
reflects down from the Moon
Through the window that I must
remember to leave always open.
This Nurturing Warmth keeps me
safely in Love.
My Captain, one day long ago,
threw a lifeline,
Which was not tied to the deck
of Heaven’s Ship -
It coiled on top of me with the
full weight of God's hand.
Only when I threw it back to
the Sky, was it made secure.
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The Ocean reveals its messages not with clarity,
but with images that need the be seen with the heart.
A gray day in Grand Manan
Once salmon was smoked and packed here -
Now the buildings only hold a rain filled day.
(Grand Manan)
"Number Eight"
(Taken on the same rainy day on Grand Manan)
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Some Humor:
Peace until next week, Bill Lagerstrom
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