A friend of Care of Creation is fulfilling the dream of a lifetime – traveling across Russia on the Trans-Siberian Railway. He recently posted this brief, powerful observation.
The late afternoon sun is warming the day’s cool breeze brought by the morning clouds. As the tra
in clickety-clacks on it’s way to Ulaanbataar, my eyes draw me out the window to a surprising sparkle and glistening as the country side rolls by. At first I wonder. Does no one else see this sparkling treasure? Surely if the train would stop we’d all rush to get our share! Continue reading
Originally published August 13, 2010.
William Wordsworth’s most famous work is “Ode: Intimations of Immortality From Reflections of Early Childhood.” It is one of my favorite poems, exploring the lost pleasures of childhood that Wordsworth believes are hints of the immortality we left behind:
- It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
- Turn wheresoe’er I may,
- By night or day,
- The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
- Not in entire forgetfulness,
- And not in utter nakedness,
- But trailing clouds of glory do we come
- From God, who is our home:
- Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Setting aside theological mysteries and controversies for another day, what has preoccupied me for that last month and a half has not been immortality, past or future, but increasing intimations of mortality: My own,as I have experienced an unusual and thought provoking spell of genuine illness, something unusual for me; but also increasing intimations of mortality in the world in which we live, highlighted by the Gulf oil spill but buttressed by a host of other events. Continue reading