Welcome to my blog!

The name comes from the Old English word (sabat), which comes to us through Latin, Greek, and Hebrew. It's origin is "to rest", and is etymologically connected to Sabbath and Sabbatical. It seemed appropriate... given my current time of transition. This blog allows a place for personal reflection, shares my whereabouts and happenings, but most importantly - it is a vehicle for your reactions to my submissions. My hope is that, as a group, we have a running dialog pertaining to those things that really matter.

I promise to read each post, but please know that replies may be sporadic and/or delayed. For my plans in the near-future will frequently have me "out of pocket", or I may just need to escape the day-to-day deluge of electronic ping pong . But feel free to submit a post. We are all traveling together on this journey to understand, called life; and each perspective is important.

Let's keep in touch as we share the journey!

Be well,

Sam

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Thanks, Robert Frost

Headed to the Birkhead Wilderness area for a day-hike with Clarence.  This will be my sabbath for this week.  My poem for the day can be found below.  I'll have a copy with me today... thoughts and comments will be posted later.


"Thanks, Robert Frost" by David Ray, from Music of Time: Selected and New Poems.  (The Backwaters Press)

Thanks, Robert Frost 

Do you have hope for the future?
someone asked Robert Frost, toward the end.
Yes, and even for the past, he replied,
that it will turn out to have been all right
for what it was, something we can accept,
mistakes made by the selves we had to be,
not able to be, perhaps, what we wished,
or what looking back half the time it seems
we could so easily have been, or ought...
The future, yes, and even for the past,
that it will become something we can bear.
And I too, and my children, so I hope,
will recall as not too heavy the tug
of those albatrosses I sadly placed
upon their tender necks. Hope for the past,
yes, old Frost, your words provide that courage,
and it brings strange peace that itself passes
into past, easier to bear because
you said it, rather casually, as snow
went on falling in Vermont years ago.

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