It was too hot to stay in Seattle so Winston and I headed north to Shangri-Lar. This is our view upon arrival
and at sunset:
I know you are all sick of my cute Winston photos but bear with me. An important writing lesson has been derived from nature in the past day or so.
First, a flock of gulls tried to send me the message as they hopped a ride on a log floating past.
Then, Mr. Winston did his best to give me a clue.
Here’s my interpretation of these images. Sometimes, you just gotta let it ride, let it rest. Whatever “it” is.
For me, of course, it’s this rewrite. Thanks to those birds and my new buddy, I think the message is finally hitting home. If those gulls and Winston could talk, they would steal the words right out of St. Theresa’s mouth (at least, I think it was St. Theresa; some good Catholic out there is sure to set me straight): “All shall be well, and all shall be well and all shall be well.”
And it shall.
I like T. S. Eliot’s version at the end of “Little Gidding”:
“And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
By the purification of the motive
In the ground of our beseeching.”
Thanks for the reminder:)
Will a recovering Catholic suffice? The quote is from famed mystic Julian of Norwich and, no, she had nothing to do with the terrier of the same name.
Thanks, Emilie and Karen, for the sources. Karen, I should have known you and Birdie would have the answer for me!
Beautiful Kirby. Just what I needed to hear. Thanks.