Forgive me, please. But Contratimes is going on vacation. I intend to be away for two weeks. I need to let the grass grow beneath my feet for a bit; to let it poke its blades between my toes. I need to feel the wind at my back, and let the sun warm my shoulders. Forsooth, I will be in that metaphorical place in "the deep heart's core", illustrated in the photo I've posted this morning (click on it for a larger view).
Besides, this will give you ample time to catch up on essays you've missed, and to email all your friends about Contratimes. (To send an essay, click the little envelope at the end of each piece.)
I will return, perhaps, only when there is a major news event, or when overcome by the force of some brilliant or clairvoyant insight (which proves, to some of you, that I won't be back at all). Or maybe I will drop in a photograph here and there. Perhaps I'll post a link to an article I find important. Who knows?
Expect me back on July 28.
(I might also be offline for the last week in August.)
"I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, and a small cabin build there ..."
Peace and mirth,
Bill Gnade
[Photo: Sand Beach and The Beehive, Mt. Desert Island, Acadia National Park, Maine, USA. Camera: Canon EOS3. Lens: Canon EF 20mm/2.8. Film: Kodak Ektachrome 100VS. Exposure: 1/125 @ f13. Click on photo for larger view.]
2 comments:
Alright. You better be back here in three days. Or else.
Dear Christopher,
I always love a gentle threat. I am back. The question is, "Will you come back?" I hope so.
Thanks for stopping by. I checked out your website and noticed that you are a poet. There is not much poetry here, I am afraid, though perhaps I shall add a poem to my blog on a weekly basis.
Keep shining, and peace to you.
BG
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