Wassail, traveler, and welcome to The Gable Grey -- a place of retreat, of renewal, and of resistance: a tree-shaded refuge in Dark Times. Now pass the threshold, and rest from journeys! For a cold wind is blowing; and here, if you wish, you may hear tidings of the world without...

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Water in the Glass

"When all the world darkens, looking on the bright side is not a virtue but a sign of irrationality." -- Robert Jensen

It never ceases to amaze me:  the bliss of the ignorant.  Knowledge is dangerous, for multiple reasons; but not least because it can invite despair.  I do not despair, though I choose knowledge.  I am not an optimist, nor a pessimist:  I am a realist.  I cannot afford to be otherwise.

Wassail.

Photo:  B. W. Carlisle
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Whiles carried o'er the iron road,
We hurry by some fair abode;
The garden bright amidst the hay,
The yellow wain upon the way,
The dining men, the wind that sweeps
Light locks from off the sun-sweet heaps --
The gable grey, the hoary roof,
Here now -- and now so far aloof.
How sorely then we long to stay
And midst its sweetness wear the day,
And 'neath its changing shadows sit,
And feel ourselves a part of it.
Such rest, such stay, I strove to win
With these same leaves that lie herein.

-- William Morris, from
"The Roots of the Mountains"