I have known, for almost all of my life, that people, no matter how beautiful, how gifted, how beloved, vanish. That the universe is a hazardous and uncertain place.
October 1960. I am seven. My mother and brother are gone.
October 2008. I am fifty-five. My son is gone.
Baring war, holocaust, or natural disaster, what are the chances?
Perhaps I am intended to uncover a new solidarity with survivors of the foregoing: war, etc.
But I can be forgiven, I think, for at the moment anticipating the future with little more than dread.
Why Gannet? Why Search the Sea?
- Gannet Girl
- Gannets are enormous and sleek creamy-white seabirds, with black wingtips, yellow heads and necks, and startlingly outlined eyes. They nest on the rocky cliffs of the European and North American coasts of the North Atlantic and, once grown, spend their days sailing across the ocean. The acrobatics by which they make their living ~ steep climbs into the air and speedy plunges straight into the sea ~ are rivaled only by those of pelicans. What better metaphor for a sweeping search of one's life choices and opportunities than a gannet extended above the waves, a regal and yet restless surveyor of the vast ocean surface? The gannet reminds us that life is an adventure in both beauty and profound unease, and that the sea itself is limitless in its textures and possibilities.
Gannet Way Out Over The Sea - a gift from Stushie
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(((Gannet Girl))))
{{{{{{{GG}}}}}}}}}}. Anticipating the future at all is a baby step. Thinking of you as this always difficult month unfolds.
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