And What If……….

And thus, my Love! as on the midway slope
Of yonder hill I stretch my limbs at noon
Whilst through my half-clos’d eye-lids I behold
The sunbeams dance, like diamonds, on the main,
And tranquil muse upon tranquility;
Full many a thought uncall’d and undetain’d
And many idle flitting phantasies,
traverse my indolent and passive brain,
As wild and various as the random gales
That swell and flutter on this subject lute!
And what if all of animated nature
Be but organic Harps diversely fram’d,
That tremble into thought, as o’er them sweeps
Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze,
At once the Soul of each, and God of all?

Samuel Taylor Coleridge from ‘The Eolian Harp’

About Ed Ricketts 1897 -1948

………the Del Monte Express, the evening train from San Francisco, slipped around from behind the warehouses and crashed into the old car.  The cow-catcher buckled in the side of the automobile and pushed and ground and mangled it a hundred yards up the track before the train stopped.

Ed was conscious when they got him out of the car and laid him on the grass.  A crowd had collected of course— people from the train and more from the little houses that hug the track. In almost no time a doctor was there. Ed’s skull had a crooked look and his eyes were crossed.  There was blood around his mouth and his body was twisted wrong, as though under an untrue lens….

Hello world!

The Alhambra gardens

A spirit who wishes to communicate…………..

A new beginning in a troubled world where love and kindness need all the help they can get………….