Coracle on the Little Shenango River, 19 May 2019.
It avails not, neither time or place—distance avails not,I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence,I project myself, also I return—I am with you, and know how it is.Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt,Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd,Just as you are refresh’d by the gladness of the river and the bright flow, I was refresh’d,— Walt Whitman, “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry”, Leaves of Grass, 2nd edition, 1856
What a moving piece from Whitman. Thank you. It spoke to me deeply in a number of ways. And the coracle looks beautiful. May it all take you where you need to be.
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Cosmic consciousness.
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Thanks for stirring my desires for camping, Dave. And oh that sketch is hauntingly beautiful. Wonderful use of lines, color, and shadow.
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Whitman’s ability to see oneself in others–in everything–shows true compassion and cosmic awareness. Thank you for sharing it, Dave.
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