Almost Ready to Leave
Dear Friends,
Chris and I are preparing for our first travel since Covid cancelled plans for what we had imagined was to be Chris's final and celebratory 2020 lecture tour (this one of the Turkish coast). In fact we had two Turkish tours planned back to back because so many people wanted to go on this final tour. Chris has really missed travel to Europe in the last two years, and we are setting out with both excitement and an awareness of profound uncertainty, not only because of the new subvariant of omicron surging in western Europe, not only because of the uncertainties introduced by the tragic war in the Ukraine and the flood of refugees, but also because these past years have taught us how uncertain our lives really are. They have shattered our illusion that we can ever have a clear view forward toward the horizon of the future.
So, to travel, to plan travel at all, feels like an act of courage, foolishness and trust. I love that we depart Orcas on April Fool's Day. I keep picturing the tarot card of the fool happily strolling forward toward the edge of a cliff, into the unknown.
Comments
The Fool
For River and Chris March 30, 2022
Oh, the fool wanders on the cliffside
The fool has a little dog
The fool’s not looking where he’s going
He holds his white rose
Soaked in the sunshine
Oh why don’t he worry ‘bout the cliffside
How will he feed that little dog
Oh, why won’t he look where he is going
Not hold that white rose
Soaked in the sunshine
Doesn’t he know he is mortal
Doesn’t he see he can bleed
Doesn’t he care that his little dog
Is in as much danger as he is
Every rose has it’s thorn
And every sun, every sun can burn
Oh when will I wander the cliffside
Where will I take my little dog
I will look where I am going
I’ll hold my white rose
Soak in the sunshine