the sacred and the profane

headstone
Headstone in the oak woods near Jarman’s Gap road.
There are varying ways to interact with the natural world. The graveyard up top is in a harmonious interaction, an elemental gracious return to  earth.  And then there are the rest of us, the oafs.
There are varying ways to interact with the natural world. The graveyard up top is a harmonious interaction, an elemental gracious return to earth.
And then there are the despoilers. Same woods, same hill, different mindset.

still point

Town Creek sunrise

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
–T.S. Eliot, The Four Quartets, Burnt Norton

Susan

Susan Reid
Susan Reid moved south in 1991. She is a teacher in the mountains NNW of Veracruz. I want her to move to the Woolen Mills. No luck so far.

Holly

Holly Edwards
Bumped into this lady January 17, 2000, first national celebration of M.L. King day. Didn’t know her at the time. Seven years later she was elected to Charlottesville City Council where she served with high distinction.

Ruthie

ruth tisdale ravenel
Christmas is a bittersweet time, thinking about people missing from the table. Ruthie was one of William Bee Ravenel’s three daughters. She had a kind heart, loved dogs and pictures, was accomplished, wicked smart.