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Retired from 10 years in the Canadian Navy, and 28 years in the Canadian Diplomatic Service, with postings in Beijing, Mexico City, Sri Lanka, Romania, Abu Dhabi, Guyana, Ireland, Trinidad, and, last but not least, India.

Friday 7 October 2011

A Toast for Autumn

It was cool on the verandah this morning. I had on my Commissionaire’s Three-Season jacket, so I was cool, in my own way. The autumn sun was shining through the haze down the harbour, and reflected in a harbour of burnished silver. The wind was northwest, and had a lot to say to the jackpines, who acted just a little giddy. Ranger sat on the eastern step of the verandah, overlooking the cove, and the place where the Torii will be: his devotion to the concept is inspiring. It was a perfect autumn day, wild, different, ever-changing. I saluted the season, and my Canada, with half a glass of Merlot.

May the autumn of my years
be like the autumn on my Shore:
headstrong and proud,
      tempestuous,
but sometimes
      possessed
of a strange
      triumphant
           beauty

.....and a period of
      perfect calm......

and then do it all over,
      yet differently,
      each and every
           Time.

Aum.

The Ancient Hippie

The Ancient Hippie
Natraj dances with us all.

Welcome, and Namaste

Greetings fellow travellers,

For you American friends visiting, you will notice that this old Canadian uses Canadian English in this blog: kindly bear with me. As I blog primarily on subjects that are vitally interesting to me, I appreciate all feedback.

As I tend to be a bit of a language usage freak, I will, as required, edit obscenity and rude comments. That said, I welcome your opinions and discussion.

May your Dharma be clear

Peace

"If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended:
That you have but slumb'red here,
While these visions did appear."


Puck’s epilogue to A Midsummer Night’s Dream