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 |   Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
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I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance? I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them. Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog. |
| I find it very disappointing each day when I gulp down a cup of black coffee so I may bring my consciousness into focus, only to realize that the world has gone mad and a clearer understanding of this is not going to improve my morning. Time for a second cup, I discovered this morning that Agatha Christie was my sixth cousin. I really had no idea. We share a fifth great grandmother. I remember when I bought my very first Agatha Christie book. I got a couple of them at a church rummage sale. One of them was "The Murder of Roger Ackroyd". I am not sure how old I was, probably eleven or twelve, that kind of age (I now imagine David Mitchell quipping “a numerical age,that kind, rather than iron or bronze”). I had read all the books on our shelves at home and was thrilled to discover some new characters that I could obsess over. At that time I was more of a Miss Marple fan and I didn't really like the fussy little Belgian detective. But in later years, David Suchet changed my mind about him with his brilliant portrayal in the television series "Poirot". I am a bit picky about my choice of Jane Marple portrayals, and though I love both Julia McKenzie and Geraldine McEwan, I am most definitely a Joan Hickson’s Marple fan. She’s so right for the part in every way. Besides, I really dislike the updating that is done on the stories to make all the situations and characters seem more modern. I want the stories just as Christie wrote them. When you’re dead, they’re likely to do anything to your writing and you can't stop them. Thank goodness, I am in no danger of being published. Well, that’s enough blog for today. |
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