A WRITER’S NOTEBOOK – HONOUR TO SAM POWELL

 

( I’m doing the ” WRITER’S NOTEBOOK” because

I discovered I have several hundred drafts I can’t remember writing.

These are thoughts, stories and articles that I either hadn’t finished… Or I thought

were too wild to publish.)

Except for my words honouring Sam Powell.

 

 

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The world is interconnected in more ways than we imagine.

When the time is right for an event, people who are connected, even slightly,

(in Zen they call it connected by karma)

fall in together and start to move and contribute.

They might not know why they are joining the Event,

but likely they do. Unconscious urges compel us. The tide and

the seasons and the stars all swirl together into one

magnetic , spiritual impulse. The timing can be

mysterious.

Or the “leader” may start the ball rolling, after all

he or she is the impetus of the event. But what is the

leader’s impetus?  What is his or her inspiration?

This  is entering the realm of the mystical, to answer

this question.

I won’t attempt to answer this question now,

or here.

The leader is  the focus of  tribe’s

aspirations. I use the word ‘tribe’ loosely. All of

a sudden they come in from the hills. They sense

the occurrence, as do I – the Event.

We’ve been waiting for so long. But now it may be

time.

 

Please forgive me if you do not think this way,

but I sense it is the movement of the Lord of the

Meeting Rivers. We pray for forgiveness. We pray

for consumation. We pray for strength. All we

have to do is stay alive long enough – to see

what is needed – to see what we need.

 

Nothing important and significant in our lives

is done by one person alone. Such things are done by a

community of people, a variety of folk working

together with courage, love and laughter. There

are many unsung heros in such situations. And

I like to sing such perople’s praises when I can.

Even a genius has major support from his or her

mate, lover, mother and father – even the rancour

of those who hate him is a support: this is rarely

understood.

There is an expression which applies:

 

AN ENEMY IS AS GOOD AS A BUDDHA”.

 

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IN WRITING CAMP ISLAND WALKER, two lmpulses are

at work in the same time: (1.) My father’s story is told.

He comes out to us.

(2) My story will be told, as I understand his story, as I understand my  father,

as I finish the book – I reach  out to him.

It is like Odysseus and Telemachus, if you catch

my drift. The father returning home, and the son

heading out to find the father – these are major themes

of the Odyssey. Some classical scholar might suggest

that this thinking is grandiose – for me to see

things this way.

I’ve been accused of being grandiose before,

and often with good reason; but in this case

I am merely following Homer’s themes. His themes

apply to every man, and every man’s son.

This is why he is such a great writer.

 

 

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I lost a friend last week, and so did many of the people of North Bay.

I was right in the process of e-mailing Sam Powell when I got a call

telling me Sammy was dead. He had gone to the farther shore. He had asked

me a  question about who had lived where just west of Jane  and Algonquin

about 80 years ago.

I   had some answers for  him.

Sam was interested in North Bay history. Now he is a significant

part  of the history of the City he loved.

God bless you Sam. I’m going to miss you and I know a lot

of other people will, too. North Bay will miss you.

I always  felt better when you were around.

 

Fare forward,   my  friend,

 

Bill Milne.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2 thoughts on “A WRITER’S NOTEBOOK – HONOUR TO SAM POWELL

  1. Reblogged this on zappadat- THE MOVEABLE FEAST and commented:

    HONOUR TO SAM POWELL,

    THE CONFLUENCE OF EVENTS.

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