grayness

So, then, perhaps it is a question of defining success. Musashi never lost... but what did he win? The man couldn't even bring himself to relax and take a bath for fear he would be caught without his sword. But he's a legend today. But he killed without mercy, and as far as I can see, without concern for anything other than "doing what works". But he learned from the world and shared insight that can be used to good ends.

Heads... or tails?

Me? I think I'll take a leap of faith sometimes, and try what shouldn't work... and find a way.

I just never think I'll have the clarity about such things as one such as Musashi had...


So, from last time, the place that always fascinated me as a kid?

Growing up, for maybe 6 years, every summer my mom took me and my sisters and my brother (and at the end, my cousins)to the beach. We were fortunate to have a place to stay, so we spent pretty much the whole summer down there those years.

Anyway, there was a very nice old lady, who had the most magnificent German Shepherd, and she was always down there at the same time. We passed her often, and always said hello. I can't imagine that she'd still be alive these days, and that's a shame- I never even knew her name, but I still think of her and her dog.

Her house on the other hand, we called "the Witch's House". Not because of HER of course, but... it just looked like a spooky house. It was set back in the trees in a big lot, and those trees, vast stretching wonders that they were, perpetually kept it in the shade. There was Spanish moss on those trees- and I never saw that anywhere else in the neighborhood. The house had rounded towers at its four corners, and an odd, smooth, almost concave look to it's roofing, especially on those towers. It was like a castle.

Walking by at twilight, there always seemed to be an eerie light on somewhere in the windows.

Hurricane Hugo got it, and the trees, while I was off at college.