From the Top

A Course Called Scotland

I won’t be golfing the northernmost links on the mainland UK until tomorrow, but as I sit here in my hotel room in Wick, so very high up in the Highlands, it is beginning to feel like it’s all downhill from here.  (For those keeping score, I have already played the northernmost golf course in all the UK–Whalsay in the Shetland Islands–along with the UK’s most southern (Mullion), and I’m headed for the most western courses, both mainland and island.) 10313657_10207471945583286_1634248503123693717_n copy

I have left no golfing stone unturned in this search for the answer to golf, but in my daily dash to play on and on and on, I have left little time to think about what it is that I have actually found.

I’m well past the halfway point, 80 or so scorecards shipped home in zip-lock bags.  In all this golf, there have been roadblocks and blessings and surprises…

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The Coast of West Cork

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Every personal library in West Cork, maybe in Ireland, has a copy of the book The Coast of West Cork by Peter Somerville-Large. First published in 1972, it is a classic of travel writing – amusing, learned, thoughtful – that still holds up as a fascinating portrayal of this part of the world. The photograph above is of the front cover of the book, signed by the author, that I brought with me to Canada when I emigrated in 1974. Forty years later, I am living on the very spot where this photograph was taken! It took me a while to figure this out, as the picture is actually reversed.

Peter Somerville-Large, now in his 80s, is still writing. He is connected to the old Castletownshend families (Edith Somerville was a relation and he mentions Townsend aunts) and was already very familiar with West Cork when he set out…

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Old Friends….

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Just returned from LL Bean after a complete overhaul.

New bottoms, restitched,and back for more love.

They have lived on 2 continents, worn by 3 or 4 different people both male and female.

They feel like the embrace of a warm friend who I haven’t seen in some time.

The touch remains the same.

Walk a mile in my shoes.

The Mirror

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At the End of the Day: A Mirror of Questions

What dreams did I create last night?
Where did my eyes linger today?
Where was I blind?
Where was I hurt without anyone noticing? What did I learn today?
What did I read?
What new thoughts visited me?
What differences did I notice in those closest to me? Whom did I neglect?
Where did I neglect myself?
What did I begin today that might endure?
How were my conversations?
What did I begin today that might endure?
How were my conversations?
What did I do today for the poor and the excluded?
Did I remember the dead today?
Where could I have exposed myself to the risk of something different?
Where did I allow myself to receive love?
With whom today did I feel the most myself?
What reached me today? How deep did it imprint?
Who saw me today?
What visitations had I from the past and from the future?
What did I avoid today?
From the evidence, why was I given this day?

-From John O’Donohue’s Benedictus, A Book of Blessings

Don ‘t think twice…..

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When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m travelin’ along
Don’t think twice, it’s alright

Bob Dylan

I’ve participated in my creative growth with Ian Summers for

for over 20 years. In a “heartstorming” circle, the idea for a stretch

was to assign others in the circle lyrics from a song and in turn illustrate those lyrics

with an image.

This is from that  assignment.

http://www.Heartstorming.com

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