I got my foot stuck on the baby gate earlier this week and went down on my side, yielding a bruise the size of a small country. It is hard being empathetic: while it gives you the appearance of emotional intelligence, you’re still at the mercy of your environment.
Today is Gaelic New Year’s, and I’m going to download Van Morrison’s “All Saint’s Day” later, to celebrate. It’s a remarkable 60 degrees out already, not even noon.
It’s time to end the blog, and that’s satisfying. I’m able to put this to rest and move on. We did that yesterday with John, through a celebration at the Cafe Hirsch, up the street. It’s a relief to have that behind us.
White space is something my editor friend referred to, on the page. I’ve committed many atrocities on corporate memos putting too many words on paper, when what people really want is just relief. The same is true with the human soul: on our walks through the cornfields every day, I was able to find something just by doing nothing. Substance emerges out of nothingness.
James Joyce’s story “The Dead” ends with the image of snow falling over the Irish countryside. It’s one of my favorite images, and I encountered it myself as a young poet, on a street in Bethlehem. It was after a high school dance, after midnight, and I was by myself walking home. It was the first time I connected with the sound of snow falling in the trees.
Today, I’m going to end the blog with a different picture: that of the cornfields where we walked with Merlin, each day. The soil has been neatly raked now, and the land is resting for the next season. We let the sun wash over us there, and now it’s time to return.
Share this:
Categories: Travelogues
Bill Pearse 
This sort of boundary % black and white is smeetimos quite troublesome. But, I do think it is good to open your blog/journal for comments, coz somehow it is still very encouraging to have people responding to what you have wrote. ^^ eh well, just feel you are a very poor guy having to reply to dozens of messages everyday, which seems never-ending sigh T_T honestly, I feel frustrated whenever I come across comments like these it is just like a cycle newbies step into the gothic lolita field. After acquiring certain knowledge about the scene, they start to fighting against each other verbally with a view to confirm theirselves as an eligible one And one more thing, it’s a trend I guess. Many people nowadays are impulse-driven: Responding without reading and thinking thoroughly about the 6Ws. (that’s why I say you are poor)XDXD~ perhaps let’s put an end to this discussion, shall we? because the next debate will be staged somewhere again one day UNLESS we all learn how to accept and appreciate others. ^^ p.s. my comments are in fact very local and rude( in cantonese~ because I was too tired when I gave the comment~ )
LikeLike