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Not an Anchor, but a Mast

// February 27th, 2006 // My Personal Journey

“Have you peace, the quiet urge that reveals your power? Have you remembrances, the glimmering arches that span the summits of the mind? Have you beauty, that leads the heart from things fashioned of wood and stone to the holy mountain? Tell me, have you these in your houses?” K.B.

Soon Kahlil, soon. After 3 months the struggle is over. I have finally chanced upon an incredible apartment, and chance has been most kind. I will be living in a corner of the world I considered impossible. A wonderland of old Amsterdam, canals and cafe’s, lying between the Jordaan and the Grachtengordel (the canal ring). Wars have been fought for less.

I’m bursting with happiness and the anticipation of the months ahead of writing and reflecting, learning and living in this place and time. “Not an anchor, but a mast”.

Take a walk around my place, or what will be as of this Wednesday.

In Alexandria the value of a cafe was measured in the number of flamingos in residence, in Amsterdam it’s all about the number of bridges. Brothers and sisters, its Grachten time.

Unspeakable thanks go out to Reuben, Ilona, Emily, Amelia and any other people and forces who conspired to make this possible.

“And though of magnificence and splendor, your house shall not hold your secret nor shelter your longing. For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.”