Danny James

Tag: life

528: How Long?

The stars grow frantic I feel.

Compelling me to you with severest insist.

And I know I must but can’t shake the rotting that crawls in and bonds my days and years in distraction.

What is in the dirt that so with the sky compares?

 

 

512

Never under compulsion, out of selfishness, without forethought, without misgivings. No surplus words or unnecessary actions. Let the spirit in you represent a man. Taking up his post like a soldier and patiently awaiting his recall from life. Needing no oath or witness. Cheerfulness. Without requiring other people’s help. Or serenity supplied by others. To stand up straight, not straightened.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

492

Every spirit builds itself a house; and beyond its house a world; and beyond its world, a heaven. Know then, that the world exists for you. For you is the phenomenon perfect. What we are, that only can we see. All that Adam had, all that Caesar could, you have and can do. Adam called his house, heaven and earth; Caesar called his house, Rome; you perhaps call yours, a cobler’s trade; a hundred acres of ploughed land; or a scholar’s garret. Yet line for line and point for point, your dominion is as great as theirs, though without fine names. Build, therefore, your own world.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature

485

This guy, this counselor at Lewisburg…
…Mr. Seawald, once said to me:
“Charlie, you run out of steam.
“You can’t sprint all the way.
You gotta stop sometime.
“You can’t buck it forever.
It catches up to you.
“It gets you.
“You don’t get reformed…
“… you just run out of wind”.

Scene.

483

And still there is so much of this world to see, to feel and to experience. To move on from and forget, to make room too for the unknowable and not be hindered by memory.

472

Each thing I do I rush through so I can do
something else. In such a way do the days pass—
a blend of stock car racing and the never
ending building of a gothic cathedral.
Through the windows of my speeding car, I see
all that I love falling away: books unread,
jokes untold, landscapes unvisited. And why?
What treasure do I expect in my future?
Rather it is the confusion of childhood
loping behind me, the chaos in the mind,
the failure chipping away at each success.
Glancing over my shoulder I see its shape
and so move forward, as someone in the woods
at night might hear the sound of approaching feet
and stop to listen; then, instead of silence
he hears some creature trying to be silent.
What else can he do but run? Rushing blindly
down the path, stumbling, struck in the face by sticks;
the other ever closer, yet not really
hurrying or out of breath, teasing its kill.

(‘Pursuit’, by Stephen Dobyns)

471

Life is an adventure of passion, risk, danger, laughter, beauty, love; a burning curiosity to go with the action to see what it is all about, to go search for a pattern of meaning, to burn one’s bridges because you’re never going to go back anyway, and to live to the end.

Saul D. Alinsky, Reveille for Radicals

448: Patagonia part 12

You’ll know. When you don’t notice the sunsets behind Her.

Danny James blog in Patagonia

446: Course

Allow a gentler pace to lull you back to the window, where a breeze delights the long-slept senses. Abolished instinct hums to life and Nature again kindles your enthusiasm for the healthier days ahead.

436

I decided ..that I would be a horrific, ugly, wounded PLAYER..VS. being a safe, comfy, pretty, stable SPECTATOR. I want to swim in the deep end, not cling to the side of the pool. I want to climb half-dome and look over its edge with confidence that I love my life.