Posts Tagged ‘Radnor Lake’

out of the box

January 8, 2011

I love what Younger Daughter wrote about me in her Social Studies report the other day: “My father had also grown up in a Christian church but he began wondering outside of the box.”

The thing is, books are also a kind of box. Plato worried that they’d kill our memory too. He may actually have been right. But I’m willing to swap some memory in order to extend my reach and expand my sensibility– to acquire something more, something worth remembering and forgetting.

And speaking of which: my busted Kindle started working again the very moment I hung up the phone to Seattle. The helpful and friendly customer service guy sent out a replacement right away, so now I have two of those boxes. And not enough time for either, really.

What I did find time for yesterday afternoon, just before Younger Daughter’s basketball game at the nearby Lipscomb campus, was a walk in the Radnor woods. The winter land-and-lake-scape is beautiful, and I got my deer too.

Also got to slip back in memory to countless earlier walks in these woods, through the years. That’s one thing walks always do for me: kindle memory.

And then I got to cheer in a winning cause for the impressive Tigers, followed by a victory slice at Pizza Perfect. Not a bad day in January, out of the box.

earth’s eye

October 30, 2010

Yesterday was a fabulous day to loop the lake at Radnor, “Nashville’s Walden.”  It’s so good to see the comeback it’s made from damage sustained in the May flood. One of the very best reasons to live here. How many times have I circumnavigated this pool, over the past thirty years? The prospect is fresh every time.

A lake is the landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature. The fluviatile trees next the shore are the slender eyelashes which fringe it, and the wooded hills and cliffs around are its overhanging brows. HDT

Perhaps, as the poet said, the truth does depend on a walk around the lake. Or on many, until we can walk no more.

It is perennially young, and I may stand and see a swallow dip apparently to pick an insect from its surface as of yore. It struck me again to- night, as if I had not seen it almost daily for more than twenty years, — Why, here is Walden, the same woodland lake that I discovered so many years ago…

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This too. The inscription speaks of grace and curiosity. Its presence here speaks of belonging, of being part of something you know will outlast you and feeling fine, though sooner or later to be (in Annie Dillard’s unflinching phrase) “tucked under.”

“We spend forever on the globe, most of it tucked under.” Yet our time above ground, on a day like yesterday, is indeed all about preparing the Earth to support new life.