Keep On Breathing . . .

Are there any Tom Hanks fans in the audience ? . . . Perhaps you've see a film of his called "Castaway", or in French the title was "Seul au Monde" (Alone in the World, or Alone on Earth... something to that effect) ? Do you recall a scene at the very end of the film where he was talking about the years he'd spent marooned on the desert island, and all the times he'd thought about not continuing, about giving up, but finally it came down to breathing . . . just taking one breath at a time, just keep on breathing. Good advice. Inspiring. No one ever said life was going to be easy. But if it gets tougher than usual, well just keep on breathing . . .
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Poking around in a church in Brittany recently, I stumbled on this set of gears, with a crank handle attached, and I wanted to turn those gears, turn those wheels; because as the Grateful Dead sang :
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The wheel is turning and you can't slow down
You can't let go and you can't hold on
You can't go back and you can't stand still
If the thunder don't get you then the lightning will . . .
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There is so much I want to share with all of you good people, I hardly know where to start. When I look back over the past posts in this document, I realize it has been nearly one year now since I started pouring the contents of my heart into this creation, not knowing what, if anything, it might lead to, pouring out the photographs, the poems, some thoughts to accompany them, nearly day in and day out, laying it all out there on the line. . . and yet with all of that, I feel like I've barely scratched the surface. There are literally thousands more photos in the archives, whole notebooks of poems that have never seen the light of day, and the thoughts simply keep flowing. It just takes one luminous moment like this afternoon in April when the light got very intense out over the Bay of Morlaix, off Carantec, Brittany, one of the loveliest places I know on Earth, to convince me, to coax me, to persuade me . . . to just keep breathing . . .
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And in closing, for this little post, I'd just like to thank a friend who shall remain anonymous here, he knows who he is, for tipping me off to the existence of a certain Joe Bonamassa, an extraordinary blues guitar player if there ever was one. Although this video is a little long, give it a try, and see if you don't get hooked hard enough to see it through to the very end . . . although I don't often use the expression, it fits : The dude is AWESOME . . . "If heartaches were nickels, I might be the richest fool alive . . ."
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