1/5/2024 0 Comments Happy May Day 2024! A Time of Ending & Renewal - Like the Turning of a Waterwheel!This is a video of the waterwheel in the old mill just behind Buckfast Abbey. My son and his family visited this place recently - and filmed this device. The wheel turns endlessly - always reputing and making the obvious continuously new. Remember - everything has its time and its place. Love and peace emerge and retract because that is the way of nature. Perhaps oneday humanity will manage to evolve to the point where all there is will be peace and love. There are probably still villages spread throughout England where the May Pole is still used - and Morris Dancing is practiced at the May Fayre - whilst the Hobby Horse gallops around bestowing blessings and punishments to all and sundry! The Green Man will peep from behind the trees - whilst the Pixies and Fairies are hiding in the bushes and behind mushrooms! All that is old is made new again by each generation that remembers. Of course, things must change because change is the key to reality. Remembering is a structured form of controlled change where the old is made new in the present. One moment we are all here - the next we are gone. All we can do is laugh! One summer evening (led by her) I found A little boat tied to a willow tree Within a rocky cave, its usual home. Straight I unloosed her chain, and stepping in 360 Pushed from the shore. It was an act of stealth And troubled pleasure, nor without the voice Of mountain-echoes did my boat move on; Leaving behind her still, on either side, Small circles glittering idly in the moon, Until they melted all into one track Of sparkling light. But now, like one who rows, Proud of his skill, to reach a chosen point With an unswerving line, I fixed my view Upon the summit of a craggy ridge, 370 The horizon’s utmost boundary; far above Was nothing but the stars and the grey sky. She was an elfin pinnace; lustily I dipped my oars into the silent lake, And, as I rose upon the stroke, my boat Went heaving through the water like a swan; When, from behind that craggy steep till then The horizon’s bound, a huge peak, black and huge, As if with voluntary power instinct, Upreared its head. I struck and struck again, 380 And growing still in stature the grim shape Towered up between me and the stars, and still, For so it seemed, with purpose of its own And measured motion like a living thing, Strode after me...
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