Monday, July 02, 2007

A Meditation

View from the bluff above our boathouse.

When the Summer People have gone, before the leaves burn and fall, one may see on the silent water a thousand islands.

As Champlain may have seen them, nearly 400 years ago.

No man is an island wrote John Donne, obviously unfamiliar with modern publishing.

We may build breakwaters against the surge and suck of storms. We may set a light and anchor buoys to warn of reefs and riptides. We may link by launch and ferry and canoe.

But we remain - islands.

And if one should disappear, eroded, submerged by the relentless assault of winter, wind and wave, no bell will toll out of the morning mist, across the moving water.

There are so many islands.


JLB said...

I am a rock.... :)

Great meditation to start my week. Thanks B.


writtenwyrdd said...

I always loved that Donne poem. Goes well with that nice photo, also.

It's easy to start thinking you are all alone, particularly since writing is such a lonely task.

good thing I have 3 cats, a dog, and a housemate to keep me really grounded!

Bernita said...

Thank you, Jade and Written.

Jaye Wells said...

My island has a bridge to encourage visitors.

Anonymous said...

Wonderfully written, Bernita. Simply wonderful.

Charles Gramlich said...

Rather sadly true. Great picture.

Bernita said...

But you built it yourself, Jaye, you didn't buy ome.

Thank you, Jason, Charles.

spyscribbler said...

So very true! Even some of my favorite authors from a decade ago have just up and disappeared. Sad, that is.

raine said...

Hauntingly lovely, Bernita, both the photo and the sentiment.

Wistful, like autumn, and quite true.

Gabriele C. said...

Lovely picture. Very peaceful.

I've become pretty cynical about publishing. I'll give it a shot, but I'm not going to send out an infinite number of queries or allow my books to be butchered by an incompetent editor. There's always Lulu. ;)

Jon M said...


Bernita said...

And the world goes on without a ripple, Natasha.

Thank you, Raine. That's the spirit, Gabriele. Hope you're soon better, Jon.

Anonymous said...

In a discussion about living on islands, I once said there are two kinds of people: those who live there because they want to and can handle the lifestyle, and those who do it because they couldn't possibly function anywhere else.

Seeley de
(formerly jenn on the island)

ORION said...

This is true on many levels.
Writing is a solitary business. I think this is why the cyberworld has been so embraced by writers.
Where else can you meet people who share the same passion from all over the world?
One month from today.
Lottery will be out.
The countdown begins...

Bernita said...

Which comment naturally applies to writers, Seeley. Good one!

I'm sure it will make a tremendous splash, Pat.

takoda said...

Bernita, Beautiful photo, beautiful poem.

And a sad and increasingly true sentiment.

My husband had lunch recently with someone from the Census Bureau. It seems the trend (which they are expecting to increase) is toward isolation. More divorces, more people traveling for business, more competitive lives, and a host of other factors have led to this. Even among immigrants who traditionally have large extended families, the trend is smaller community/social units--down to individuals with little to no connections.

A recent "Today" show segment titled "Nanny Napping" illustrates this as well. It was about parents who 'steal' nannies away from their friends and peers. One mother, obviously distraught, said the friend who took her nanny knew that her life was a house of cards. There was no one else to rely on to help out in a pinch. No grandparents, aunts, uncles, friends, etc.

Today's posting touches my heart. I hope it gives all of us pause.

Bernita said...

Thank you, Takoda.