Mid-morning and you just finished you shortened walk at Pine Hill while Carol moves on to another mile or so around the loop. You still cannot get over seeing the eaglet in the front yard. Majestic bird, much more so in the wild. He gave you side views as well as looked at you directly with those sharp brown eyes. No wonder, you think, they are a bird of folklore.
He didn’t have a white top yet, but when Tim called to hear my news he had me describe the bird as specifically as I could and then confirmed that it was indeed an eagle. He said their territory is so vast that we may never see him again. That makes the sighting even more important to me. A bit of good luck. We see groundhogs and other similar creatures but this summer we saw a minx come over to that large Ash tree (sixty to seventy feet high). (We have seen minx over here at Pine Hill.) Our property to the north is between ten and thirty yards from the wooded bottom land (sixty to a hundred and fifty yards wide) of Muddy Creek which is the reason for the nature traffic to begin with. Muddy Creek is one of the few creeks that flows north to the Little Miami River which then flows south to the Ohio.
Home. You had breakfast and read the paper. Carol is watering the new tree from last fall and reading the rest of the paper. Time for a nap on the living room floor.
Mid-afternoon. You had lunch at Smash Burgers once again. Then over to Aegean Bath Supplies in Tri-County area to see Toto toilets and other materials for a redo of the downstairs powder room. After that a special treat, the old DQ on Rt. 42 in Pisgah. Your first Dairy Queens of the summer. Presently, you are sitting in the car in the parking lot of Kroger’s on Tylersville before heading home.
Back to the heartansoulanmind hypothesis.
First, I have a question. It would seem, all things considered, that the soul, at least as I think of it as immortal-like, would be the best ‘bank’, so to speak, to bet on as it would innately ‘know or at least understand’ more than the heart and soul. Soul-brothers sounds better than heart-brothers which sounds better than mind-brothers for instance.
Let me get into the hypothesis first, orndorff. Perhaps with some patience on your part, you will see where I am going with this. – Amorella.
It bothers me, for reasons unknown, that this hypothesis goes further than the books and blog. It makes me uneasy to spout a real hypothesis. I don’t even know how to explain it. Carol was asking about the blog at lunch when I told her the blog service said I might be eligible for advertising (which I am not going to do), that I had just enough hits for this. (I am content and grateful for the readership as it is.) She asked what I was doing presently and I told her about the hypothesis concept coming from a question asked by (Doug) John and Nancy Goss. I didn’t know how to go about responding so we moved to generalities about the blog and a new subject quickly came up (grandson Owen probably) and that was that.
The previous paragraph shows by example how your mind flits in and out of different subjects and even ‘mood tense’ if you will. You constantly interrupt your focus of thought. One point to another and soon you are off in another mental world from where you began. Here’s the way it is, old man. You taught world literature, mainly British literature for thirty-five years and what was important were the words of the authors. You were the ‘Betweener’ for the students. Do you see this? You hoped to facilitate the learning of literature through your heartanmindscape, not your soul.
The soul is usually as a thing or a container to be filled or emptied – if the heart and/or the mind rattles the soul, so be it; generally it is a one-way street. However, in making seemingly important decisions, the soul responds, as important (existential-like) decisions affect/effect the soul, its weight (so to speak) its enlightenment and/or its sorrow. Many times the inner confusion of a person (let’s say over love) is between the heart and the mind, not the soul. The mind and heart have separate levels (of personal value importance) to the individual. Sorting these out to put them on a single page can be difficult, sometimes nearly impossible in real life. You can see example of this in every great piece of dramatic theatre ever created. It is through these kinds of tests that one finds out who she or he really is. The battlefield has to be crossed and surrendered to. Something is always surrendered even if one thinks (and legitimately is) a winner of the battle. Enough for now. Post. – Amorella.
Later. I can see the battlefield easily enough in the grand scope of literature and theatre, but what about the mind and the soul, as Doug asked. It would seem there could be a profound relationship between the two.
You see this in your own life through two major works, Paradise Lost and Hamlet; through Milton and the writer of the Shakespeare plays and sonnets. With the mind in hand the soul’s shell opens into a roof shell covered stage, on whose boards the mind can openly dance. Who, What, Where, When, and Why are the walls of such a stage. Science is the set’s construction where the unknown is confronted by reason and intuition and where mysteries great and small can be solved or at least may be partially or fully resolved to the satisfaction of both the mind and soul. With such thoughts in mind no angelic-like soul fears to tread to any question conceived by or within the heart of humankind. I will return to the original thought, the hypothesis, but you are more comfortable in the confines of softer paragraphical briefings. Post. – Amorella.
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