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The more things change...

Change is not so much what we make as it is what happens to us unawares. Not everything that changes is progress but it is inevitable that everything changes. The seasons flow on, all too quickly. We tighten our life-vests, and try to steer clear of the rocks. Along our way down the river, we are grateful for every resting place. Here's ours. Above, as it was in our first August here in 2016, and below, as it is now. We still miss the old cherry tree in the foreground of the first photo. It died the year after we moved here. We've carved a garden out of the hill and planted blueberries on the slope above. One thing hasn't changed. We're still here. It's still home. We'll hold to that reality as long as we can.

Some say death...

Some say death is the end, the inescapable finality, the door to oblivion. If it is a door, the closer I come to it in this last chapter of my life, the more certain I am that I see some light filtering through around the edges.

I am well convinced by this stage of my journey that death is not the door to big nothing, but the entrance into a larger life too grand and intense and beautiful for us to survive in our present condition. Death is not an end, but the Change that makes us fit for real Aliveness. On the other side, we will be found in our true selves, and we will be whole at last.

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  1. Here is something I wrote for a post to the blog:
    "Thanks to Blake the image I have of Eternity is that it is not bound by sequential processing. Past, present and future are flexible. The whole can be experienced either simultaneously or distinctly. Whenever in our ordinary temporal life, we have the experience of being caught up in a moment of clarity of vision, or a realization of the connection of all things, the barrier between Time and Eternity has been breached. "

    1. Perhaps, Ellie, the only barrier is our limitd, self-bound perception.

  2. Henry I don’t comment that often but I never miss your posts. They are the last thing I read before I go to sleep, ensuring that I fall off with thoughtful, provocative and kind thoughts stirring around in my head. (-: thank you Henry.

    Marianne Kinane

    1. Thank you, Marianne. I'm grateful it resonates. Readers like you are the whole reason for this blog.


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