‘down on the docks’…
Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the once again pure azure skied, golden sun led, windy, cold and collected island of Nantucket! Good to be with you and yours on this Monday morning ‘down on the docks’ of ye ‘ole Hyannis Harbor; The Thirteenth Day of March, 2017.
AHOY!
Expecting yet another Nor’easter, dawning down the pike in a few hours, bringing another late winter blizzard scene, much akin to the image one may muse on ‘above deck’ in this ‘timeless’ post card from the water’s edge. A message in a bottle as it is; beckoning people from all over this great, big beautiful world to journey to this magical sand bar that ‘time’ forgot.
Lest we forget the immortal words of Ireland’s favorite son, Mr. Liam Nesson (full time late night comic, part time actor in the cesspool Hollywood has devolved into…);
“…there’s no time!”
(credit: the film “Clash of the Titans“, circa 1981)
What was happening in this great Republic way, way back in that simpler ‘time’? Former actor turned politician Ronald Reagan was sworn in as our 40th U.S. President; unlikely as now President Donald Trump to gain that highest of offices in mankind’s matrix.
“Ordinary People” won the Oscar for Best Picture that same year, starring the late, great Mary Tyler Moore and Donald Sutherland, along with the great Timothy Hutton making that ‘ordinary’ quite extraordinary. Loss is something we all face in this life, and sometimes it is more than we can take. Perhaps this country has lost in more ways than one. Most certainly misplacing real innocence; seemingly lost in an impersonal, robotic age of information, or lack therein. Immersed, quickly sinking in a deadly quicksand of quantum computing; this age of “Artificial Intelligence”, artificial ‘food stuffs’, artificial relationships on automatic pilot. Moreover, an unnatural, artificial relationship with the real world all around us, i.e. Mother Gaia, the animal and plant kingdoms; animals and plants that enrich everyone. Absorbed in that artificial electronic world that makes no sense whatsoever; ever robbing young and old alike of the healing powers attributed to this all powerful force. An invisible force like love; indeed the physical and quite spiritual place named the great wilderness….
Treadmills come to mind. “Fitness 500″ on North Street in great seaside hamlet tells that story so well. A gym this humble? reporter works out in is filled with machines that have that beautiful “TV” attached, just to insure one does not go ‘too far off track’, leaving the ‘norm’ of what some insane plutocrat made up long, long ago.
Think outside of this box most agree on; stop giving up your freedoms for ‘peace and security’. Whose peace? Whose security? Yours? Mine? Theirs?
The latter is the answer to that simple riddle.
Live for YOU and yours; no one else.
Have a great week ahead folks!
PRESERVE THE WILDERNESS! Peace~M
