Well, I'm back and as you may have been able to guess, blogging didn't exactly happen; internet can be somewhat hard to come by over there, and it can get a little bit pricey too.
What an amazing trip! I'm sitting here at my computer drinking my third cup of
Our trip consisted of seeing
The expression we came to that seemed most befitting was that in England, everything is more itself; green is greener, blue is bluer, and that perhaps even beauty is more beautiful. Is this all just an ignorant enchantment with a dream??? Some would say so, but I cannot.
At one point along the trip, although we got off the bus at the proper station, we did not walk in the proper direction to get to our Travel Lodge. As a result we walked past this long VERY green field; absolutely beautiful! (the real beauty was that, since we were going the wrong way, we inevitably had to go back again which gave us the opportunity of partaking in it twice). When seeing the grass, I couldn't help but think of Chesterton and his declaration that leaves are willfully green. As Chesterton would put it:
"I found the whole modern world talking scientific fatalism; saying that everything is as it must always have been, being unfolded without fault from the beginning. The leaf on the tree is green because it could never have been anything else. Now, the fairy-tale philosopher is glad that the leaf is green precisely because it might have been scarlet. He feels as if it had turned green an instant before he looked at it. He is pleased that snow is white on the strictly reasonable ground that it might have been black. Every colour has in it a bold quality as of choice; the red of garden roses is not only decisive but dramatic, like suddenly split blood. He feels that something has been done.”
We concluded that our grass seems obligated to be green whereas in
I suppose the question remains: is it us or is it
“Not fare well, but fare forward, voyagers”!
~Camlost~
5 comments:
yay,your home!I missed you! :~)
So how is vacation going so far?? I think I'm starting to feel home sick!! :~)
Me too! I can't quite figure out how to cope. I hear that people often look at photos of home and try to convince themselves that the time remaining until they can return is really not as long as it seems, but none of these techniques are working for me!!! When it's warm out and the sky is clear, I feel as though I'm some 8,300 miles away from that beautiful place, and when all is overcast I only compare the sky to that of England and it yet falls short. I seem to be unappeasable!
Help me out here!! Any recommendations??? Have you had any luck?
so far....not so good! I guess the best thing we can do is what T.S. Eliot said, "And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form, beyond any meaning we can assign to happiness."
Thank you...those words in my ears...a cup of tea in my hands...ah the temporal ecstasy of a fading memory; yes, now I can bask in the grief of a fleeting, and, what I fear will be, forgotten beauty. I don’t know now if that’s optimism or pessimism; maybe both. It’s hard to consider the level in the glass when evaporation is taking its toll.
Oh the fear of forgetfulness!
“Or as, when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations
And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence
And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen
Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about;
Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing-”
Now I’m probably taking him out of context…well, what’s new?
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