Old sayings are handy!
They neatly encapsulate years of experience from observations of the consequences of action, reaction or inaction. There has to be truth in them which has kept them in common use. You don’t have to be a genius to understand them and, if your memory is good enough, there seems to be a saying to match your every need.
They are a short form of “canned” wisdom that takes little explanation.
Masonry, like old saws, may leave much unsaid for you to discover. It supplies a system of self-development with a collection of essential elements drawn from age-old observation.
Our ancient heritage is set in man’s attempt to make sense out of his world, to understand the amazing mysteries, to explore the natural world and engage in its systematic study.
In our search for order, men have tried to leave no rock unturned.
In short, we use commonly known things to represent truths about our natural and spiritual world.
Today, we would like to think our symbols speak of the material world which so engages our society. In the past, we fondly think of them dealing with virtuous, moral and spiritual values.
Well, perhaps, we had best not get into a discussion of the good old days as opposed to the degradation and utter folly of the present day so clearly seen by everyone over fifty.
We cannot deny that the past has brought us valuable insights and we, as masons, are said to preserve the secrets and knowledge of antiquity.
Let’s venture to identify some of them and, if we are off-base, at least we will be left with a basis for Masonic education.
Order, symmetry, proportion and the duality of all things are the secrets we keep. Order in our universe, in our society, in our relationships and in ourselves is the essence of beauty and perfection. It is to be found in harmony, integrity and peace.
Symmetry recognizes the balanced duality of all things for the yin and yang of life is forever with us.
Proportion is the great moderator of beauty and makes pleasant the most diverse of relationships.
Our symbols contain the acquired wisdom of mankind. They speak of a concept of beauty premised on the great virtues and our belief that, seeming chaos, is ordered by the great creative force we name the GAOTU. His tracing board is the great plan in which we participate as we see fit.
If we are to participate in the vast plan of His tracing board, we will do it individually and as a part of all that has been, is now, and shall be.
We are bound to assist each other in that pursuit and I urge you to give of yourself.
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new lands, but in seeing with new eyes.” Marcel Proust (French novelist) 1871-1922
The summarization of what is understood to encompass all of life is no small task. It does not appear to have deterred our brethren of old from creating a symbolic representation of our universe and our part in it.
Metaphysics of ancient times found its speaker in the person of Aristotle. It is seen as an attempt to address the nature of reality. It sought to explain the nature of the universe, the gods, and man. The results of their pursuits had tremendous effect on the development of philosophical thinking, scientific endeavour, religion and theology and its influence is still much with us. It may be argued, the sciences of today, while certainly supplying many of the specifics, falls short of sufficiently providing all the answers. In the final analysis, the great minds of out time, such as Stephen Hawking, are left to reflect on the likelihood of the existence of a creator by finding a unified theory which explains everything, including our psychologies, with totally predictable accuracy.
The period in history, called the Renaissance, was a time of resurgence in the pursuit of truth and learning was its active endeavour. Their studies expressed themselves in all areas of practical and theoretical science, art, and, in social and theological expression.
Freemasonry is heir to many of the notions and beliefs which devolved, and, today, we find their influence in the symbolic representations of our rituals.
Principles such as the Law of Unity, of duality and complementarity, and the “Rule of Three” are reflected on our Tracing Board in the Entered Apprentice degree.
Inherent in the Law of Unity is the idea that, for each tendency, there is a complement. There is, also, a third force which balances and harmonizes the two.
While I have over-simplified, the idea is satisfactory for our purposes.
Let us turn to the Tracing Board and explore it for them.
Before we do, however, I will preface my remarks by noting that they are my own and others will see with different eyes.
The floor is a mosaic pavement of opposing squares contained within a complementary tessellated border and housing a blazing star at the center. The mosaic represents reality as we see it and experience it and the star represents reality as it really is.
We find three columns each representing an order of architecture: the exuberant and creative Corinthian, assigned to the Junior Warden; the restrained and passive Doric, assigned to the Senior Warden, and the balanced equilibrium between the two, the Ionic, assigned to the Worshipful Master. They, appropriately, represent beauty, strength and wisdom which is the balance between strength and beauty.
The harmony of the heavens is depicted by the sun, hot, life-sustaining and ablaze balanced by the pale, cool reflective moon.
There is a glory, a blazing star, representing the Creator, a ladder and an Altar upon which rests the Volume of the Sacred law which supports the ladder. The Volume of the Sacred Law points the way, the ladder presents the struggle and leads to the star which is our transcendent goal.
We cannot pass on without noting the square and united compasses which lay on the Volume. The compasses which keep us within due bound and the square which regulates our actions, are themselves regulated by the combination which provides our guidance and forms our identifying symbol.
The tracing Board represents the whole of man’s experience whether material, psychological or spiritual and deserves much thought in the Entered Apprentice Degree. It is equally true of the Tracing Boards of the other degrees but a discussion of them is not the purpose of this address.
My purpose has been to point out our connection to the mysteries, man’s attempt to make meaning of them and the truths that came from their thought.
Look harder for there is more. What area the cardinal points of the compass portraying? Why does Jacob’s Ladder lean to the East? Should we investigate the Tracing Board from the floor to the symbol of creation, from the Creator to the material or both? Why do we need the working tools on the Tracing Board? Why is the Master’s tracing Board so different from the others?
In the effort of this task, the giving of yourself may result in finding yourself. Give of yourself.
There are forces at work in our lives, some known and some unknown, which we cannot control. The unexpected can occur and the expected can turn out very differently than we thought.
While describing the Lodge, the Junior Warden acknowledges the ornaments by saying:
“We ornament our lodges with Mosaic Pavement to remind us of the uncertainty of all things here below; to-day we may tread in the flowery meads of prosperity; to-morrow we may totter on the uneven paths of weakness, temptation and adversity. While then our feet tread on this Mosaic pavement, let our ideas recur to the original which we copy; let us act as the dictates of right reason prompt us, practice charity and live in peace with all men.”
The rubric points out the changeable and unmanageable forces, both from within and without, that we will confront. We are urged to prepare for and meet them and to focus ourselves on the star of constancy which gleams in the center.
Few of us seem as well equipped as we might like with the knowledge, wisdom and faith to deal with life. The fact of failure, character producing or devastating, is with us. Mishap or calamity can be more than we can handle up front. However, with a leg-up from brothers, we stand a better chance.
“If you at some future time meet a brother who asks for your assistance, you mat recall that peculiar moment when you were received into masonry, poor and penniless, neither barefoot nor shod, and you will cheerfully embrace the opportunity of practicing that virtue you now profess to admire.”
In the famous poem, ‘The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam’, by Edmund Fitzgerald, he describes the situation thus:
“ ‘Tis all a chequer board of Nights and Days
Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays.
Hither and thither moves and mates and slays
And one by one back in the Closet Lays.”
We are not eastern fatalists since masons believe we have control over our destinies and we do not believe that the G.A.O.T.U. plays chess with Nature.
We have been given the ability to act together to mitigate each other’s difficulties and as masons we are called to do so.
Give of yourself!
We are a brotherhood; a fraternity of like-minded men who share a belief in a supreme being, in the universal right to personal equality, liberty and the value of a just, virtuous and ethical society.
We are under no pressure to agree on the ways to achieve them but only on the approach we take to resolving the difficulties we face.
Masonry is under constant pressure. It is not without its detractors. It is feared, mistrusted, and freely misinterpreted. It is blatantly attacked, accused and maligned.
Among ourselves, we know the truth and it is up to us to present to the world the fruits of our Masonic labours.
We are organic gardeners, admirers of nature and students of the universe. Our lot is to labour to produce harmony, peace and brotherly love in the orchard of our craft. Our lodges train and sustain us in the recognition of what we can accomplish for the cause of good both individually and as a potent collective force for nurturing our crops.
It is our way to be united, to recognize the importance of our harmony, to learn to divest ourselves of narrow, provincial thinking and to identify with our brothers in the pursuit of a healthy yield from our husbandry.
How are we to be seen by our communities?
If all masons live as masons profess to want to, we will, each of us, present our detractors and those who mistrust with a man who bears kindness, respect for his peers, a sense of universal justice and a generosity that denies their fear, misinterpretation and mistrust.
You are the men for the job! Farmers ply your trade and raise a fertile garden to nourish the spirit of mankind.
Give of yourself!
Feared by some, maligned by others and considered beautiful by only a few, such is the life of a warty toad.
It is doubtful that we spend much time thinking about toads. Once in a while when we chance on one, they are forced into our minds. Otherwise we have an indifferent regard for them.
Endangered by our chemicals, chewed up by our machinery, maligned for his secretiveness and clearly evil looks, silent, hidden, quietly helping out and asking nothing from us. He rather fits the bill as a symbol of masonry.
We, too, are secretively hidden away, silent, well-camouflaged, doing good and asking nothing from our neighbours. We, too, are suspect and, perhaps, evil in our intent, attacked by the fearful and gnawed on by the media.
So, in jest, it seems appropriate to hail the toad as brother in spirit and consider his adoption as a complex Masonic symbol of public misunderstanding or, at best, indifference.
If we choose to be visible and to illustrate our true agenda and intent, it will take an effort from each mason. Each of us must be willing to let the world know that he is a freemason who is dedicated to self-development in order to be a better and more useful individual to all mankind.
Sadly, the toad will not serve as symbol of a known, vibrant, engaged masonry, uncloaked and a public ally contributing to our neighbours. The toad will remain a toad, true to his essence, as nature has created him.
Active masonry may re-visit its primary essence by the efforts of each of us and reap the regard it is due. Give of yourself.
A number of years ago, I rested myself of a flat rock, gun by my side, lot in my thoughts and enjoying the din of the bush around me. The north face of a large hill gave me a view of some distance down the gorge below and across hardwood bush to the opposing hillside.
There was a quiet anticipation of the dogs giving chase as my father led them through the hills to the south of my location.
The quiet was broken by the tell-tale thud if a deer’s foot just over the hill behind me. I scanned the crest to be rewarded by the appearance of a lone doe lazily exploring the floor of the bush. She stooped to graze here and there approaching me as she enjoyed nibbling the plants.
She got within ten or twelve feet from where I lay. With a start she saw me. We looked at each other. She broke the impasse by quietly returning to her grazing. I presume she felt that I was no threat or, possibly , she knew I did not have a doe license.
I enjoyed her company for almost half an hour and, to this day, I am humbled by her trust.
Quiet moments appreciating the lives of other creatures are all too few. In a world made busy by our often pointless pursuit of material things, those moments of sharing in the lives of others are a return to our natural and spiritual being.
The hunt produced no heart-pounding excitement. Before long my father appeared on the far hill with the dogs ambling around their courses toward me.
As they came up to me, the dogs milled excitedly around her tracks. I told my father about the incident I had so enjoyed and, joining in the moment, he inquired of her condition, coat colour and the gentleness of her acceptance of me.
His reaction was not new to me for we had, over the years, encountered such moment on several occasions.
As the years have passed, those times often come to my mind.
Happiness comes with an inner peace that speaks of our nature. Perhaps, none of us are so at peace with our nature as the animals are with theirs.
To all the families of the bush, I wish you well and, with admiration, I beg that you grant such memories to others.
As the animals of the bush, pressed by the needs of their existence, still give of themselves, please give of yourself.
We are cautioned against the improper solicitation of members to the Craft. It has lead to a caution that has resulted in masonry being viewed as an arcane, mystical, secretive and untrustworthy.
If there is improper solicitation, it seems that there is, also, proper solicitation.
It is proper to let it be known that you are a mason and better for it.
It is proper to talk openly of your enjoyment of masonry and the insights you have gleaned from it.
It is proper to share the purpose of masonry and to indicate that, to a worthy man, its excellences might well be useful to him in his life.
It is proper to answer the questions that are sincerely raised by a good man with directness and honesty.
It is proper to introduce him to other masons whom you might have reason to believe he would find admirable.
What is it that we are fearful of revealing? We know that we must shun any situation that might lead us inadvertently to reveal our secrets, but, what are our secrets?
Our signs, handshakes, and, indeed, the whole ritual is available for all to see on the internet, in the exposees and on television.
Brethren, the secrets of masonry, as we come to know them, are hidden deeply within the recesses of each of our individual attempts to regulate our lives, be better men, and more useful to society.
Short of claiming some benefit we know masonry does not support, you can’t go wrong in talking up its influence for good, its charitable works and the decency it engenders in society.
When interest is generated by your enthusiasm for masonry, do what you can to allow non-masons a chance to belong.
They will be given reason for some hard consideration when you give of yourself.
What can be more useless to a Mason than a lodge that is smug and self-satisfied and, with repetitious vigour, rests its honour in the performance of our rites and ceremonies?
Such a harsh question! Let’s take a more positive approach.
Masonry teaches by allegory. The practice of our learning is in putting it to use.
“To be outside the lodge what we profess to be within it.”
If it is our goal to assist each mason to find the very best in himself and to employ that self-knowledge by contributing to his fellow man, then it seems reasonable to assume that the greater the contact, the more visible , the greater degree of involvement in the community, will yield to us a greater opportunity to practice what we have learned.
As we listen to the dire predictions of some, it is easy to accept the decline in the number of masons as a reflection of how busy we are in our lives in today’s world.
Apparently so busy and materially distracted that we give no thought or have no need to be better individuals, no need to find ourselves in the whirl-a-gig blender of present society, no need for the peace to be found in quiet reflection, no desire to spend time with others who seek tranquility, perspective and understanding.
No one living in today’s society can reasonably deny the fact that life seems to have become a scramble. Materialism comes at a price in time, energy and money. Relationships are strained. Communication is often on a need-to-know basis. Emotions and feelings are repressed and duty and ethics are situational and perverted to serve the perceived or real needs for advantage. Spirituality is on the back burner.
As long as we are adequately diverted by the security of materialism, it seems to ease the angst that is still felt by many.
We humans are, nevertheless, aware of our inevitable end. At what point we come to give it consideration varies with the individual but it is clear that younger people are finding materialism inadequate as a means to a fulfilled life.
As a consequence they are reaching out to find more and there is a growing interest in fantasy, cultism, and eastern mysticism as a possible answer. They are looking to the past for wisdom.
Of late, freemasonry is becoming a benefactor by our modest but steady increase in new members.
Masonry has a tradition of mystery, arcane secrecy, responsibility and respectability. For those who fear the absolutism and fanaticism of some others, masonry appears to offer a democratic and acceptable alternative to materialism.
We cannot disregard the feeling of belonging and security our fraternity, its rites and ceremonies, engender.
If we who are the discoverers of Masonic advantages do a good job assisting others to see the benefits it provides, the example it sets, and the charity it offers, masonry will not evaporate.
The goals that society heralds today ought not alter our knowledge of the inherent sense of each man’s desire to know himself, to be as good as he can be, to love and be loved and feel that he is a vital and meaningful part of society.
He wants to connect with eternity and live his life in a fulfilling way.
Frustration, rejection and failure are desperate not motivational. Masonry offers wisdom, understanding, belonging, motivation, security and hope.
Masonry does have much to offer of great importance to the individual in this society.
How is a man to find that out unless masons communicate its values, demonstrate it practice and actively participate in the community as masons?
You never know the thoughts that are in a young man’s head or what impact you may have on his thinking. You will never know until he chooses to inquire about masonry because of your example.
Masonry will not die if you give of yourself.
I got thinking about the pioneer families of this country.
It is mind-boggling to imagine the difficulties and hardships they surely encountered. In Canada, our past is not so long that their adventure is cold in the porridge pot of a distant history.
Some of the lodges in this district pre-date the formation of this country, the great Indian wars of our southern neighbours and the gold rushes that ultimately opened the West.
A generation is said to be eighty years and so our country of 140 years is less than two generations old. About 100 years passed from my great grandfather arriving in this country and my birth.
In the bush country where I was born, mechanization arrived gradually after the second World War. Logging, primarily, used horses and was our main industry. Lumber mills ran the power gamut from waterwheel, to steam, to diesel and the sawyer’s hand was turned from band saw to circular saw. The quiet of the bush echoed the change from trees being felled by hand to the jarring roar of chain saws. Decking lines and canthooks gave away to hydraulically operated grapplers and the horse sleighs and wagons gradually disappeared as the trucks rolled in on bulldozed roads.
Where we are today is a long way from cutting, splitting and piling wood for winter. It’s a long way from the fall chores of picking, canning and preserving food for the family. It’s a long way from hanging out the laundry on a line to freeze instantly on a Mother’s hand and, later, to pry it off the line and bend it into a basket to be hung inside to defrost. We forget the boiler, the scrub board and the lye soap that not only removed the grime, but also the skin from every knuckle of the scrub hand.
Today, the bread comes sliced from the store. The milk is sterilized and neatly packaged and the butter is measured and wrapped for our convenient purchase with no cows to milk, no separator to wash, no cream to churn, salt and mix, press into molds and keep cool in the well.
We have come a long way.
We have reduced our labour, lightened our load and freed our time.
Now, life experience says that we do get something without giving something up. What have we lost for what we have gained? Is it good enough to ask , “Can we do it?”, without asking, “Should we do it?”.
Shall we allow technology to be “the Greek bearing gifts” of which we should be wary or shall we be the masters and not give way to its allure while enjoying its benefits?
Masons are encouraged to look beyond the possible to its moral and ethical impact and to judge with prudence. Our remarkable pioneering ancestors and those who have come to this country more recently have gambled what they knew for what they hoped to find here.
So often, it seems they have translated the need for security into a life of easy materialism for their children and grandchildren.
Their greatest gifts were courage, perseverance, hope, faith, labour and love.
Perhaps, we may repay them by honouring those gifts, by placing material worth in its proper place in our lives and by sharing the most useful gift of their legacy by giving of ourselves to others.
Helen Keller said:
“Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog, when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore with plummet and sounding-line, and you waited with beating heart for something to happen? I was like that ship before my education began, only I was without compass or sounding line, and no way of knowing how near the harbor was. "Light! Give me light!" was the wordless cry of my soul, and the light of love shone on me in that very hour.”
Helen Keller was blind but her insight has been an inspiration to many
The light she sought was not material, not the light restored to our initiates.
We come to know that the light of masonry is a spiritual light. Masonry does not speak of gaining material things. I offers no ‘how to’ clues to wealth.
It does offer the contemplation of a way to inner peace. From and unknown source, perhaps a mason, comes a list of symptoms of inner peace. If, perchance, you have noticed the onset of any of them from time to time, do not take medication. Sit back for just a moment and appreciate you progress. If none seem to spring to your notice, take meditation. Sit back and re-think where you are at in your life.
Get ready for here they are:
• A tendency to think and act spontaneously rather than on fears based on past experience
• An unmistakable ability to enjoy the moment
• A loss of interest in judging other people
• A loss of interest in judging self
• A loss of interest in interpreting the actions of others
• An inability to worry (this is a very serious symptom!)
• Frequent overwhelming episodes of appreciation
• Frequent acts of smiling
• An increasing tendency to let things happen rather than to make them happen
• An increased susceptibility to the love extended by others as well as the uncontrollable urge to extend it.
Lillie Tomlin, the comedienne, said of life,”If the answer is love, could you re-phrase the question?”
Sorry, Miss Tomlin! We’re masons.
Elie Wiesel, the novelist noted his views about life:
“The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.
The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference.
The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference.
And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.”
A mason cannot be indifferent.
A mason faces life by daring to gain that “most important of all knowledge – the knowledge of yourself.” Wisdom grows out of his knowledge. Happiness comes with inner peace. The communication of happiness allows others the hope that they too may, by emulating you, find their own happiness. Surely that is the greatest charity we can extend.
Find light! Emanate light! Give of yourself!
We are all members of a social matrix. A part of a society in constant evolution to we know not what and, yet, it is the context in which we all live.
We are enjoined to be good citizens, obey the law and to practice benevolence and charity.
We are encouraged to study the liberal arts and sciences and to expand our studies in masonry.
All of this is to be done within the guidelines – the holy precepts – of virtue and morality as expressed in the Volume of the Sacred Law.
We believe that the Volume of the Sacred law expresses the will of the G.A.O.T.U. and contains the truths and promises of a good life and, thus, from the creator to the created are given the pathway to our heaven.
Our society has many who struggle to share in the promises of a life less harried by concern, more open to allowing them to express their talents, and to be partakers of the benefits others seem to enjoy. For some the needs are physical, for others, material but, for all, the need to return to a life based in spirituality, is a fact.
Today it seems that material concerns are uppermost and we see a society whose message is that life will be full and gratifying if our material needs are met.
If we accept that premise, we may ask “How much?” Is it enough to have shelter from the environment, food to nurture, clothes to protect us? Do we need a car or two or three? Are the decorations for our shelter as nice as they could be? Do our clothes bear designer labels? Have we money to access the entertainment that distracts us from our angst? Are we set up to fully enjoy the benefits of a just and comfortable society?
How much is enough to allow us to look about at the other needs of man which cannot be satisfied materially?
Let’s mention the need to be loved and, significantly, the need we have to love and care for others. Loving and caring for others allows us to feel truly in touch with life, aware of our creator within us and we are happy and communicate that happiness to others.
In a material world, let us, as masons, point to the bright morning star of hope and revitalization in a spiritual and fulfilling life.
Find yourself in others and give of yourself!
I was raised in a small community whose economy was dependent on the lumber industry and tourism. Bias forces me to note that Muskoka is an annex where other tourists went because the Haliburton Highlands just cannot hold them all.
The bush is everywhere except where the rocks are and the 40,000 lakes take up a little room too. Farming is tricky to the point of requiring a considerable advance in agriculture to allow crops to grow in rocks. Beauty, on the other hand, is nature’s abundant gift.
In the days of my youth, tourists came on May 24th. Weekend and had all left by Thanksgiving having boosted the economy noticeably.
We locals subsided into the long winter and sliding, slithering, wading and shoveling, reappeared in April to prepare for the next influx of tourists.
Logging was a winter chore when logs could be collected at the loading decks on horse drawn sleighs whose tamped down roads were iced during the night to be slick next day for the sleighs. Some of the locals trapped fox, mink, muskrat and beaver to earn some extra cash. A prime black beaver pelt could bring sixty dollars and a mink about thirty but I cannot remember what fox and muskrat brought.
Vivid memories of the trap line still play in my mind as my sisters and I skied along with my Dad in the dark and cold winter morning before he went to work at 6:30 a.m. We covered about ten miles and I am here to tell you that a 30 pound beaver multiplies its weight when water instantly freezes on it, not at all unlike your hands, ears, cheeks and nose already frozen.
Believe me it is a refreshing experience to plunge your bare arm into frozen water to haul out a beaver at -25 degree Fahrenheit.
There are stories to be sure but I would not have missed that part of my life for anything I can think of.
Life was simple and hard but we really didn’t think about it since, except for a few who were better off and a few who were worse off, we all lived the same way.
We tapped maples in the spring, the tourists arrived, the lumber mill and the veneer plant were humming, and, before long, we were alone again looking forward to another winter as the men headed to the lumber camps.
Dad started shoeing horses in September and went night and day until the feet were trimmed, mud corks were replaced by ice corks, gait was corrected so the horses could work without strain and they were prepared for the snow and ice they would work in until spring.
Enough! I speak of another time. Where is masonry in all this?
It was and is in the people of that small area of this province who knew each other, were often related over several generations, who knew what difficulty was and who gave what every they had in time, a very scarce commodity left over from the endless chores that had to be done for survival.
They gave of themselves to the tourists in friendliness and generosity of spirit and they gave to nature the respect due to a dangerous and beguiling provider and they gave to each other.
We were happy! For you, I wish you the happiness that comes from finding the time and energy to give of yourself.
“In the middle of my life, I came to myself in a dark wood.”
The Divine Comedy, Dante
A small fire glowed with concentrated warmth while outside its small circle the darkness was ebony velvet. The moonlight trembled across the ripples on the lake and silence descended loudly over the perceptible world.
Invisible lines hung loosely from poles anchored in the rocks against the twitching of the anticipated prey and the bobs that held the bait off the bottom, lolled on the water.
We were not alone!
Off in the distance, the wolves kept in touch with each other and the occasional bat flickered in search of any unwary insect that might invade its inky domain. In endless, constant invasion, the black flies performed their Dracula dance on every part of accessible flesh.
I was a perfect night for fishing as the trout moved along the shoreline in what must have been a joy of warmth after a long winter.
A bob dipped and dizzied on the line and action blotted out all errant thought.
Sparkling, sleek and cold, the quarry joined us by our fire and satisfaction distracted us from our biting little pals who raced through our eyes, in our ears, up our noses and any other runway they could find.
By midnight, having yielded up an adequate amount of our blood, we had a few trout. They were ready to feed the folks for breakfast in the morning and we, triumphantly, put an end to our vigil.
We could have eaten breakfast without the fish. We could have denied our black little friends. We could have stayed comfortably at home.
Yet, the fall of a velvet black night against a crystal sky resplendent with stars and the soft silence broken by the talk of wolves, is of the soul. We could not do without that transfusion of life-inducing tranquility.
To the moments of your life, give of yourself.
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