Horn Island Logs - tales of a lingerer:
Walter Inglis Anderson is my favorite artist. I'll admit to favoritism, he's from my home state. He frequently rowed out to an island in the Mississippi sound called Horn, spending much of his time there living alone and illustrating its life. His work is magnificent, and sadly, much of it was badly damaged by Hurricane Katrina.
He kept a log on the island, and I was surprised, but elated, to discover it housed at the bio-science library, though a fitting place. He is my archetypal holy lingerer (aside from Jesus, but Jesus is my archetypal everything good!).
"Horn Island [Sunday]
The first osprey has just caught a fish in my front yard. You miss things without realizing what it is that you are missing, then blame yourself for insensitivity -- the truth is that things move fast, and life is interesting and there are many things to be enjoyed and digested -- if not taken properly will -- " (p. 47).
It stops too soon, but that's okay.
His incomplete sentence leaves a blank for us to fill in. How would you fill in the blank?
