![]() It is at this infinitesimal point that the meaning of life resides. The boundary that forms no division except in our imperfect understanding. The ever-shifting boundary between dark and light, between yin and yang, between life and death. I have been fascinated since I was child by the paradoxes of life It is excruciating and exhilarating to sit at the pinnacle of a paradox and contemplate its disparate truths. “Nothing” has been comprised of contemplating, reorienting, learning who I am at my core, what I value and what, in this new phase of my life, I have to offer. This blog is my offering. And now, when asked what I’m doing, it makes both me and my inquisitor uncomfortable when I answer “nothing”. I withdrew from the torrent in May of 2013, after the sale of the company which I had led as CEO during its wild ride. It is my place of contemplation and peace-the still spot in what at times has been a raging storm around me. I was stunned by the confluence of ideas.Īnd Halcyon Pond has been true to its name. It’s name derives from the Greek word for the bird who makes its home in the center of the raging North Sea, by creating a still place in the midst of the torrent and building its nest there. “Halcyon” is the genus of the kingfisher. I who pride myself on my knowledge of words and of Greek mythology found this. The definition included the etymology of the word. ![]() I was sitting near my dictionary and decided this time, rather than stumbling through inadequate explanations, I would look up the definition. One day during a conversation, a friend asked what “halcyon” meant. With his raucous call and his overlarge head and beak, he represents the recklessness of the decision that brought us here. But of them all, the kingfisher is my favorite. My neighbors are the frogs and toads, owls and kingfisher, turkeys, deer, and the occasional coyote or bobcat, though we don’t see them much any more. Having never lived anywhere else for more than three years, I never expected that 20 years later I would still be here. I didn’t know then that this place would draw me close and hold me here. Shortly after we moved here, I named our home Halcyon Pond. Without hesitation, we bought this home two city dwellers drawn to a remote country home, drawn by unrecognized drives. A small picture in a homes magazine lured us here, and then our histories took an unexpected turn. ![]() We first saw this place when we were Washingtonians, temporarily in the area consulting. It is one of those words that is nearly impossible to explain, describing a state that you know but cannot express. “Halcyon” has always been a favorite word of mine. It reminds me of the happy accident that is this place. He is not fishing, just joy-riding on the gusts, swooping and chattering. The kingfisher plays with abandon on Halcyon Pond.
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