Sunday, July 21, 2013

July 22, 2013

July 22, 2013


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    I occasionally come across a blurb by a reviewer which makes absolutely no sense on any level about the efforts of creative people, and is inherently babble which an online dictionary described as, "Babble is to talk on and on without a particular goal, to bubble at the mouth, but not in a pretty way. " Here is a review from the NY Times about a new album of music by a group called "Matt Ulery's Loom." 

    "Wake An Echo" due out on Tuesday could only be the product of a composer-improviser working in this era, with frictionless access to great chunks of classical postminimalism, atmospheric indie-rock, and harmonically astute post bop." 

    I leave this to any interpreter of alien languages to decipher. (See the cartoon at the end of this post for what may be needed to understand what was said in the above blurb.)

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   Lee and I went to the botanical gardens in Boothbay Maine last Saturday and the first four photos are from that day. It is something of a Maine venture by local people who bought 250 acres of land and built over fifteen years a wonderful landscape filled with a great variey of plants, flowers and trees. Worth a visit as the project turned out really well. 


Dreams of childhood still rise to the surface,
an idylic house and garden where peaceful summer days
were spent in the imagination of youth -
which has its own wonderful reality in memory. 

(The scene above is in the children's section of the gardens.)


The bud of an energing flower .......


..... becomes the flower offering pollen to the bee
in turn becoming the food to feed others.
Perhaps a metaphor for our own groth process 
as ongoing human concerns. 


A large urn sitting in a garden.
What contents are stored here?
Perhaps the ashes of trees that are no longer with us -
perhaps a living colony of ants 
making good use of what has been provided.

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Campobello trees waiting on daylight.

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   Here is a recording by Clarissa Pinkola Estes called "The Creative Fire." She is a Jungian analyst who has offered one of the best descriptions of the creative process I have heard. It is in nine segments which have to be accessed one at a time for about 50 minutes of listening. Worth the effort.

   Chick here and open the folder:

                  https://app.box.com/s/uct0s6g0mejhfjfiecht 

   If you want more of these talks they are available on Amazon at:


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Peace until next week,

    Bill Lagerstrom


Sunday, July 14, 2013

July 14, 2013

July 14, 2013


(Please Read: Google has reintroduced the thumbnails at the bottom of the photos after you double click on any image. All photographs are mine unless otherwise noted.)

       Last weekend Lee and myself made our first trip to Campobello Island which is reached by the International Bridge from Lubec Maine, the North Eastern point of the State. The bridge is two lanes, one in each direction, with a border station at each end, and Lubec like several other points in Maine claims to be the place where the sun first shines each morning in the United States. So rather than extend the argument to endless boredom we go to Canada where the question becomes moot as soon as the Canadian Border Patrol says, "Welcome to Canada. Have a good trip." 

   This is our sixth year of camping and renting a tent cabin at Herring Cove in the Provincial Park on Campobello. This year we will make three trips to Herring Cove for around 17-18 days there. Most say that there is nothing to do once the Roosevelt compound has been visited - not true unless vacation is a time for those who must be entertained 24/7 in order to have the sense that time was well spent. 

   Some go to Florida or the Carribean to sit in the sun and zone out, we go north to walk the paths and trails of the southern half of the island, sit on the deck of the tent cabin and talk, have tea, read, think about what to make for supper, then we may go out with Captain Macke and Captain Robert to spot whales and birds in the bay - and so on. 

    We also have the wonderful opportunity to meet and talk with people who usually turn out to be a surprise in the sense that what a person looks like is rarely what they are really about as travelers in this life. The third photo down shows Kevin and Vicky, a couple from Montreal who were doing their vacation on a motorcycle vintage 1984 and kept in immaculate shape. We spent Sunday night for a few hours having them over for tea on our deck and had a delightful time with an outgoing bright and personable couple who have been together for over twenty five years. One of those not so chance meetings between people who manage to drop all judgements and simply want to get to know the person in front of them. As it turned out we found common ground for dialog almost instantly which led to sharing the desire to talk about life as well lived as we are capable of doing so. We will stay in touch and hopefully meet again soon along the way. Thank you Kevin and Vicky for our most enjoyable talks together about worthwhile things and about the one thing most important which is to enjoy the moment wherever that moment arrives. Peace and joy to the two of you, a highly visible and committed couple. 



   The East Quoddy lighthouse on the Northern tip of Campobello taken from a boat in the entrance to Cobscook Bay. 

The air filled with heat shimmer
hiding all detail of the beacon guiding us to home port,
is the metaphor for our own return to the Home 
from which we traveled to this life at our beginning here.


On a seaweed covered rock off Campobello,
the seals wondered who were these 
strange creatures in the boat invading 
their sacred space with a camera and curiosity.


Kevin and Vicky from the distant land of Montreal, Canada. 

Sharing a trip together,
sharing a life together,
one and the same journey
of unflinching committment.


Mulholland Point Lighthouse 
against the backdrop of Lubec, Maine

Sunset brings that most special light -
calming the heart and soft to the eyes;
God's Gift to those who wait for 
The Light that enters to brighten dark corners
in every willing heart that stops to look and "see"


Lubec, Maine at sunset.


The bridge to morning's adventures. 
Into the Mystic
the day brings what it will. 

"This is the day the Lord has made,
let us rejoice and be glad in it."

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Until next week, Peace,

         Bill Lagerstrom








Sunday, June 23, 2013

June 23, 2013

June 23, 2013

(Please Read: Google has reintroduced the thumbnails at the bottom of the photos after you double click on any image. All photographs are mine unless otherwise noted.)

     Further thoughts post our Grand Manan trip a few weeks ago. I am finishing a book by E.B. White titled 'One Man's Meat' containing his stories written  for Harper's from 1938 to 1942. A delightful collection of thoughts regarding his meanderings in Maine on a farm he bought to move his family to after quitting his job with the New Yorker magazine. Along with his family, dogs and friends and neighbors in the area around North Brooklin, Maine     ( check the spelling this isn't NYC)  he was a most observant witness to life in that rural area, along with having a remarkable sense of humor. The book is highly reccommended. 

   I started the book on Grand Manan and I am slowly finishing it a few stories at a time before going to sleep at night. My copy was published in its ninth reissue dated 1995 by Tilbury Press, fittingly a Maine company that carries on the legacy of E.B. White.

   The photos this week are taken on Grand Manan and adjusted to fit my impressions of the island for better or worse. At the end I am offering a song with lyrics sung by Mary Chapin Carpenter called 'Ten Thousand Miles' - a song already covered by tons of singers but none as effectively. I hear this song as a description of the Love Affair with God where either we distance ourselves from our Creator or God distances God's Self from us for awhile - for whatever reasons God may have - in my thoughts probably as a teaching exercise so we can fly solo for a bit, strengthening our wings for this Journey through life. Please take a listen as it is a wonderful song well crafted. 
   



   Primary colors for a primary industry that no longer exists on the island,
one building among many that employed over one hundred people preparing smoked salmon. 


Dreams of a life that has left
leaving only faint images 
of things once vibrant and alive,

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The solid land that meets the ocean
Is but a jumping off place,
Waves and wind that call each and every name,
One at a time, beckening all who hear, Home.


Across the sea grass lies the answer we seek -
The Shore of the Ocean that is God.
Let the Wind's Spirit take your hand,
To lead you to the Voice That Never Ceases.


The, the, Forest Octopus.

Be careful where your feet fall,
the woods are full of surprises.

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   Ten Thousand Miles, Click here: 

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Lyrics: 

        - Ten Thousand Miles -

Fare thee well my own true love
And farewell for a while.
I’m going away, but I’ll be back
If I go ten thousand miles.
Ten thousand miles, my own true love,
Ten thousand miles or more,
And the rocks may melt and the seas may burn,
If I should not return.
Oh don’t you see that lonesome dove,
Sitting on an ivy tree,
She’s weeping for her own true love
Just as I shall weep for mine.
Oh come back my own true love
And stay a while with me
For if I had a friend all on this earth,
You’ve been a friend to me.
And fare thee well my own true love
And farewell for a while.
I’m going away, but I’ll be back
If I go ten thousand miles.

  (Adapted from a mid-19th century song about Lovers mourning their separation and wanting to return to each other. An easy reference to Rumi and some of his poetry on separation from God, an event that happens many times in life, by our or by God's doing.)
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   Until next week, Peace, Bill Lagerstrom