A blog by Jane Dougall.
It has taken me awhile to get here. There were pictures, a large backlog in computer files, years of love in the form of images. Then there was a growing desire to write, a memoir class filled with earnest surprises, and new contacts with people who put novels or poems or advice on paper or on screens. There was the memory of an inspirational blog written by someone from my academic past, hauntingly beautiful, filled with observations of birds about which she knew so much. I thought “someday…”.
This seems like such a wondrous opportunity, to share some of those images along with the thoughts that arise mid-night, and to combine these things in a form that does not require paper. Again, the discovery of magic, so like what I felt when I first used a digital camera and realized the delights of an environmentally sound delete button.
If you have come to take a look or come back for another, bless you. Please feel free to comment or critique.
You are most welcome here.
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On the edge of something.
On the fringe of consciousness.
The space where land meets the sea.
A walk along the ocean in Ogunquit, Maine.
The longing for expression seems inherently human. Now, in the age of social media overload, it gushes from every keyboard. And still, mine wants a small space, a way to think out loud, to give small observations breathing room.
It’s the middle of a rare warm night. The ocean’s incoming tide lets out an occasional whomp as the angle of a bigger wave strikes the rocks that look like petrified wood (a form of shale containing mica and quartzite) otherwise there is the usual, fairly loud, swooshing that you’d expect so close to the water when it’s possible to leave the windows open at bedtime. The moon, just past full and still shining, spreads a path on black water enough to light the room a bit.
It is completely clear to me that coming to live in this space, on this margin, was aided by non-corporeal assistance. There was lots of earth-based human help as well of course. The challenge in having arrived here is to use the energy imbued in where the land meets the sea in this sacred time, this margin of old age and its transition from life to … whatever lies after the known has gone. I’ve spent most of my adult life musing about life after death and have had the privilege of being in the presence of a few of the great minds who have been examining this topic in deep and scholarly ways. More recently have been classes–parts I and II–on Consciousness which is like splashing about in a delightful pool, exhilarating and fun and profound.
Lifelong learning is not an oxymoron.
4 thoughts on “The Marginal Way: Word & Picture Musings”
Oh joy! I arrived!
Where do we get a lift in life? Where is the profound abundant? Where is the beauty so consuming that our minds are stunned by it’s brilliance? And the answer is, of course, before us. For some of us,it takes, mind poets, llike yourself, to bring to life, it’s depth.
Hello. Has there been a book / guide written about the marginal way that I could forward to my daughter-in-law in advance of her first experience there?
I’d enjoy a revence / history book about it as well. With photos to keep me hopeful in the middle of winter 🙂
Sue, my blogsite is not related to The Marginal Way, the walkway located in Ogunquit, Maine which is a beautiful place. Not known to many the term Marginal Way is used in other ways than for the Ogunquit icon. For example, Marginal Way is a street in Portland, ME. I used this title for my blog because a marginal way is also a term describing the geographic meeting place of land and sea, a very dynamic strip where energies of both land and large bodies of water meet.
I would encourage any visitor to Maine to visit Ogunquit and walk the geographic Marginal Way but be aware that it is only for the able bodied person who can walk it. Bikes, wheelchairs, etc. are not allowed given the particular nature of the walkway.
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