one clear and breezy day Eddy and Lu lu took a walk along Mccauley's beach, they found a big old cuttle fish that had been washed up. We sent it back out to sea again, they saw pelicans fly by, they paddled up to their waists and carried a log all the way home.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
This clumsy living that moves lumbering
as if in ropes through what is not done,
reminds us of the awkward way the swan walks.
And to die, which is the letting go
of the ground we stand on and cling to every day,
is like the swan, when he nervously lets himself down
into the water, which receives him gaily
and which flows joyfully under
and after him, wave after wave,
while the swan, unmoving and marvelously calm,
is please to be carried, each moment more fully grown,
more like a king, further and further on.
by Rilke, translated by Robert Bly