The featured picture on the top of this page is the Blue Ridge -a view we had from our deck for 20 years before we moved down into the coves. It always held my interested attention–it suggests mystery. It also is one of the more well known examples of facades in nature. From afar, it looks blue. But go to that place which was blue from afar, and you will be hard pressed to get some of that blue on film, on your hand, or into your pocket. It exists but it is also a facade.
The bird is Mr. Robert Redbird. He always strikes me as saying: cut out the blather and tell the tale behind all the fancy words. This is not your PhD –remember that we all knew that Ph. D. stood, tongue in cheek, for Piled Higher and Deeper. His face just radiates impatience with such aggregations of filler.
To see what’s behind the blue, you have to go through some sort of entry, some sort of pane. And without the pane, stories develop about the why and wherefor of that facade. It is why we need be careful about believing all that we see and hear. It also, however, is adventure: going through the haze to see and hear and feel what mysteries lie behind it.
Sure: sometimes a rose is a rose is a rose.
.Sometimes a thing is self revealing (Mr Titan and a little girl we do not know…)
So this will have its share of roses, but also its share of peeking through whatever pane can be opened into the blue haze of life. Amd that is the adventure, the call and the joy. That makes this, Pane in the Tale, a website with blog-like postings and postings that are longer, maybe even segments in series. For some things, the telling just takes longer.
It can be magical. Once in a great while, some word, a verbal pane, releases … no, it is much better to let the great German poet say it:
Schläft ein Lied in allen Dingen, / There sleeps a song in all of being
Die da träumen fort und fort / which slumbers, dreaming, nothing heard,
Und die Welt hebt an zu singen / And then the world will arise in singing,
Triffst du nur das Zauberwort. / If you but touch the magic word.
(by Joseph Freiherr von Eichendorff / Baron of Eichendorff, the quintessential German Romantic Poet; my translation )
We exist in our reality, but the songs we might raise with magic words have the power to uplift. We abide in our tale; we are animated in the telling.
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