Sun, Sand and Socks

"It's very intuitive."

"Well that's great, but I still don't understand. Do you think you could explain it slowly and carefully for me."

"Go with the flow, but maintain your integrity and your moral compass!"

"You've lost me already. When I go with the flow bad things happen. I have my integrity but it doesn't seem to do much good and as far as moral compass is concerned, it doesn't respond to magnetic south. Don't you have a book of instructions?"

"Er, yes, but it's out of print just at the moment, the bit about limited sex and false idols hasn't been too popular of late"

"I can't think why"

"The climate of moral relativism, means that everything is ok, nothing is sanctionable"

"So, there's no place for God any more."

"There's a place all right. But you need to look for me in the mundane, not in the transcendental"

"Lost me again"

"Think on!"

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In Cambre

The Cathedrals

This is a rather beautiful beach in the North of Galicia. It's called the Cathedrals because the elements have sculpted sublime shames from the rocks; huge towering pyres of stone, sinuous tunnels that open onto lagoons. Very pretty.

Hare Krishna

Technique

Jacob can now kick almost as well with his left foot as with his right. I say, "on your left" and he immediately swaps feet and can now manage pretty well with both. It's incredible how much he is capable of assimilating. When anybody calls me "papa" he is quick to correct them; "not papa, daddy!"

Coordination

Execution

Come to think of it, these are just three of the qualities that are lacking in his father.


Today's poem:

The Reckoning

All profits disappear: the gain
Of ease, the hoarded, secret sum;
And now grim digits of old pain
Return to litter up our home.
We hunt the cause of ruin, add,
Subtract, and put ourselves in pawn;
For all our scratching on the pad,
We cannot trace the error down.
What we are seeking is a fare
One way, a chance to be secure:
The lack that keeps us what we are,
The penny that usurps the poor.


Money, the wages of sin. "The lack that keeps us what we are"