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and so the globe turns

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The previous week we were motor-sailing to another spectacular dive site, this one northeast of Bali. My feet dangled in the bow-wash amongst a large pod of dolphins as Helena bobbed along with the rhythm of the Pacific swells. A mother and calf frolicked in tandem as though they were physically attached. I marveled.

A little different here. Now eighty years old, she’s been widowed for the second time. Two subsequent generations have begun since I left home at the not-so-tender age of fifteen. Yes, both a lot of time and oh so much life have passed. Certain things seem unaffected by the passage of time. Gaps for example.

Within the first five minutes of arrival, the reasons for leaving became clear as the difference between the South Pacific and the North Atlantic. The need and purpose of returning was nearly as clear.

I’ll remain for as long as I can offer discernible benefit. Much of the administrative work associated with the will and estate can be only be completed after a late-November date threshold has passed. I’ll be here at least until the end of the lawyers, guns and money stage.

Dunno’ what’s next and, while I try not to pay too much attention, there are “days”. The South Pacific region is too far away for a return at this point. However the Caribbean is a mere couple of hours away by air and, South America, mostly thinking Brazil, is not much farther. And, the idea of resuming my consulting practice still hovers around like a fat, buzzing mosquito. Then there’s the influence available only from the echoing walls of empty coffers. One issue at time is more than enough for now, methinks

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Written by glh

November 14, 2011 at 18:02

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