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\"'Coming<\/a><\/p>\n

[Image: by Michael Holler on Flickr<\/a>. Used under a Creative Commons license.]<\/em><\/p>\n

From\u00a0whiskey river<\/em><\/a>:<\/p>\n

I Wonder<\/strong><\/p>\n

I wonder what would happen if
\nI treated everyone like I was in love
\nwith them, whether I like them or not
\nand whether they respond or not and no matter
\nwhat they say or do to me and even if I see
\nthings in them which are ugly twisted petty
\ncruel vain deceitful indifferent, just accept
\nall that and turn my attention to some small
\nweak tender hidden part and keep my eyes on
\nthat until it shines like a beam of light
\nlike a bonfire I can warm my hands by and trust
\nit to burn away all the waste which is not
\nnever was my business to meddle with.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Derek Tasker [source: see note at the foot of this post]<\/em>)<\/p>\n

…and<\/a>:<\/p>\n

If your yes sometimes feels heavy and silent and still in your chest that is only because it is still looking for a bell tower in the world. Wait. Be patient. You’ll one day again find a bright and worthy place to hang your heaviness, and when it starts to sway — and the clapper of your joy begins to swing in rhythm with it — your bell will at last be heard, even if initially by only one other. And it will be answered, it will be joined.<\/p>\n

Have you ever heard a bell ringing in a little valley town? It’s a lovely sound, but there is something mournful about it as well. But two bells, or all the bells in the valley ringing together at once? That is something else entirely. That is the music the human heart was designed to make. That is the definition of a joyful noise.<\/p>\n

Wait for that.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Brad Zellar [source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n

…and<\/a>:<\/p>\n

Darling,
\nYou asked me to write you a letter, so I am writing you a letter. I do not know why I am writing you this letter, or what this letter is supposed to be about, but I am writing it nonetheless, because I love you very much and trust that you have some good purpose for having me write this letter. I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.
\nYour father<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Jonathan Safran Foer [source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Not from\u00a0whiskey river<\/em>:<\/p>\n

A childlike adult is not one whose development is arrested; on the contrary, he is an adult who has given himself a chance of continuing to develop long after most people have muffled themselves into a cocoon of middle age habit and convention.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Aldous Huxley, Collected Essays<\/em>)<\/p>\n

…and:<\/p>\n

If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live, or what I like to eat, or how I comb my hair, but ask me what I think I am living for, in detail, and ask me what I think is keeping me from living fully for the thing I want to live for. Between these two answers you can determine the identity of any person.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Thomas Merton [source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n

…and:<\/span><\/p>\n

Anthropologists have found\u00a0“galumphing” to be one of the prime talents that characterize higher life forms. Galumphing is the immaculately rambunctious and seemingly inexhaustible play-energy apparent in puppies, kittens, children, baby baboons—and also in young communities and civilizations. Galumphing is the seemingly useless elaboration and ornamentation of activity. It is profligate, excessive, exaggerated, uneconomical. We galumph when we hop instead of walk, when we take the scenic route instead of the efficient one, when we play a game whose rules demand a limitation of our powers, when we are interested in means rather than in ends. We voluntarily create obstacles in our path and then enjoy overcoming them. In the higher animals and in people, it is of supreme evolutionary value.<\/span><\/p>\n

Galumphing ensures that we remain on the upside of the law of requisite variety.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Stephen Nachmanovitch [source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n

…and:<\/p>\n

When I was well into A Swiftly Tilting Planet<\/em> I had set myself all kinds of problems which I feared might be insoluble. I was trying to listen to the story, and was thoroughly confused, because in the story I’d been given a vengeful South American dictator in a small country called Vespugia (my husband thought up that delightful name) set in the middle of what used to be known as Patagonia, a sizable area along what are now the boundaries of Chile and Argentina. I also had in the story an ancient Welsh prince, Madoc, son of Owain, King of Gwynedd, who, after his father’s death and the violent quarreling of the brothers over the throne, had left Wales, and was supposed to have come to North America, before Leif Erickson, and to have made his life among a tribe of friendly Indians. The legend persists today, and Madoc and his descendants were important to the story, and so was the Vespugian dictator, Mad Dog Branzillo. And what I needed was some kind of a link between Wales and South America, particularly, of course, the Vespugian part of South America, and it seemed to me extremely unlikely that there could be such a connection. I was afraid I had painted myself into a corner.<\/p>\n

And just at that time I went off to Wheaton College to give some lectures. I remember standing in the library and saying that I needed to know more about the legend of Madoc. I didn’t mention Vespugia or Patagonia or my need for a link. Ruth Cording loaned me two little paperback volumes, Welsh on one side of the page, English on the other, about Wales and America, and in one of these books I read that in 1865 an expedition left Wales to go to settle in South America, in exactly that part of Patagonia where I had placed Vespugia.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Madeleine L’Engle [source<\/em><\/a>])<\/p>\n

_______________<\/p>\n

Note:<\/strong> I couldn’t identify Derek Tasker with any certainty — at least, not the Derek Tasker quoted above. But I think<\/em>\u00a0this Derek Tasker may have been a Canon of the Church of England, who acted as a mentor to many other priests. (He is identified in an autobiography of former British Prime Minister Edward Heath as “a Liberal from Exeter College who was later ordained and became the Canon Treasurer of Southwark Cathedral” — one of three companions who accompanied Heath as an observer of the Spanish Civil War.)\u00a0I am not even sure if the quotation is a free-verse poem, as presented on\u00a0whiskey river<\/em> and other sites, or a prose except — as presented on all the others. One source for the quotation may be a book by one\u00a0Ivor Smith-Cameron, called Pilgrimage: An Exploration Into God<\/em>. However, I haven’t been able to confirm this: the reference to Smith-Cameron’s book actually didn’t even mention Tasker, just identified the former as though he’d written the lines.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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