something about life

The Tempest

Rose early this morning considering life’s renaissance of the last couple months: with blackened room and other factors, “Nothing of him that doth fade / But doth suffer a sea-change,” thanks WmS, and most days lately I’m sleeping until about six; a sea change indeed, from early days in Apalachicola, summer 1984 onward, awakened by the predawn alarm of roosters crowing all across town, my waking and rising time has been for the birds, the fowl. With the climaxing of heart issues late summer 2010, excellent time of day to contemplate and write, or meditate. But renaissance is not a suffering, and life does not have to make sense or be explained.

We like our new with the relocation hobby of watching ships come and go, especially larger ones. Yesterday, Federal Skye, 623 x 93, arriving to load wood pellets for Liverpool. This as she turned broadside in the morning sun, headed for Port

Collect for today legitimizes our opening hymn, “The Church’s one foundation.” 

Almighty God, you have built your Church upon the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Jesus Christ himself being the chief cornerstone: Grant us so to be joined together in unity of spirit by their teaching, that we may be made a holy temple acceptable to you; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

As the sun faded last evening, what appeared a substantially larger ship, from the east end of StAndrewsBay headed our way but then out the Pass in the far channel, never coming close by us for a clearer shot and not on the vessel schedule for identification. She must have come from the papermill or the shipyard. Just passing Davis Point