As we sat down to breakfast this morning, Attila quietly commented, “As of today summer is coming.”
There are many comings and goings in the world that are subject to human observation, rather than human invention. The difference is not really subtle, though seldom detected in our struggle for survival in the civilized world.
We are such small creatures in the larger and longer picture of the universe. Our short and small scale lives burn brightly and briefly. My Christmas Spirit is feeling and seeing by the light of my own flame, gazing into the dimly lit universe, past the dark hubris of civilization. Another wonder of the holiday season is that the surrounding human landscape briefly twinkles with suddenly found and reclaimed spirit lights. They will subside and disappear as the season passes, but what a comfort to know that they lie waiting to be lit, again and again and again.
In a recent message from Annie, she mentions that the estimable Frank’s employer has distributed Christmas turkeys to all employees, and is hosting a merry celebration of the season at a lovely local pub. It is a real “Mr. Fezziwig” affair, by all accounts. Attila too has such an employer, and has received a small but timely Christmas bonus and some paid leave to spend the holiday with his family. Rare is this kind of concern and consideration for the people whose toil and daily energy ensure the employers personal wealth.
As Annie says, “It's a simple concept - be thoughtful towards your employees and you will be paid back more than you ever pay out - doesn't take much working out but beyond most employers.”
You have that right Annie, oh my yes.
|RECIPES :: Cast
Looking to the light.
(Maggie: Self Portrait, 2007)
By the Easy Chair
by Michael Ondaatje
Hildegard of Bingen: A Feather on the Breath of God
Performed by Gothic Voices (Christopher Page, dir) and Emma Kirkby
"He watched the children, who were unaware of their parent’s arms. Fifty yards away in emergency he had heard grown men scream for their mothers as they were dying. “Wait for me!” “ I know you are here!” This was when he stopped believing in man’s rule on earth. He turned away from every person who stood up for a war. Or the principle of one’s land, or pride of ownership, or even personal rights. All of those motives ended up somehow in the arms of careless power. One was no worse and no better than the enemy. He believed only the mothers sleeping against their children…”
From Anil's Ghost, by Michael Ondaatje, page 119
Press 102.8 kPa / falling
Visibility 10 km
Dew Point -6.2°C
Wind Speed ESE 13 km/h
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