"The cure for anything is salt water...sweat, tears, or the sea."--Isak Dinesen
Monday, October 29, 2007
Gratuitous Block Island Images
On a hilltop off Corn Neck Road, the "Sacred Labyrinth" invites visitors to explore their spirituality while finding their way to the center. Since the foliage defining the paths is only knee-high, the spiritual journey here does not include any danger of becoming physically lost.
Dappled sunlight plays upon the "Brothers and Sisters" sculptures at the labyrinth. A journal is kept in a waterproof container here so visitors can record any insights or epiphanies that they experience.
Across the road from the labyrinth, visitors have shaped the beach stones into cairns. Other places I've seen this cairn-building phenomenon are the site of Thoreau's cabin at Walden Pond and the vortex areas in Sedona.
A green pram at New Harbor
The jetties at Old Harbor
Looking across New Harbor to the Coast Guard Station and the inlet
Like the Interpretive Center, most of Block Island was closed or closing around us. When we were the last customers at G. R. Sharkey's at 9:30 on Tuesday night and at the Mohegan at 8:30 (!) on Wednesday night, we decided to move on. So, despite the extraordinary beauty of the island, we caught the ferry Thursday morning and headed for Newport.
After a period of turmoil, the last few years of my life have remarkably angst-free. I do believe that I may have found happiness. It only took five-and-a-half-decades.
There’s a cool web of language winds us in, Retreat from too much joy or too much fear: We grow sea-green at last and coldly die In brininess and volubility.