The Inn at Little Washington

2 Michelin star dinner.  Great food and service.  Had amazing 1983 Chateaux Margaux Bordeaux from my cellar.  It was in top form!  


Isaiah 40:28

Have you not known?
Have you not heard?
Has it not been told you from the beginning?
Have you not understood from the foundations of the earth? it is God who sits above the circle of the earth,
who stretches out the heavens like a curtain,
and spreads them like a tent to live in.
to whom then will you compare me,
or who is my equal? says the Holy one.
Lift up your eyes and see:
God who brings out their host and numbers them,
calling them all by name, not one is missing.

the Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth,
who does not faint or grow weary;
whose understanding is unsearchable.
God gives power to the faint, and strengthens the powerless. even youths will faint and be weary,
and the young will fall exhausted;
but those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings like eagles,
they shall run and not be weary,
they shall walk … and not faint.
Have you not heard? Have you not known?


Last season’s fruit is eaten
And the fullfed beast shall kick the empty pail.
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
But, as the passage now presents no hindrance
To the spirit unappeased and peregrine
Between two worlds become much like each other,
So I find words I never thought to speak
In streets I never thought I should revisit
When I left my body on a distant shore.

What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make and end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from. And every phrase
And sentence that is right (where every word is at home,
Taking its place to support the others,
The word neither diffident nor ostentatious,
An easy commerce of the old and the new,
The common word exact without vulgarity,
The formal word precise but not pedantic,
The complete consort dancing together)
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,
Every poem an epitaph. And any action
Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea’s throat
Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:
See, they depart, and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.
The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree
Are of equal duration. A people without history
Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern
Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails
On a winter’s afternoon, in a secluded chapel
History is now and England.

With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this Calling

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree

Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always–
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.

Time. Why? Explain

“When the shadow of the sash appeared on the curtains it was between seven and eight o’ clock and then I was in time again, hearing the watch. It was Grandfather’s and when Father gave it to me he said I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it’s rather excruciatingly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father’s. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.” – Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

Time is me turning and turning while the world is turning around a star that turns around a center that turns around the whole time. Among all the other things and the little turning animals and all the little turning worlds, there’s me trying to turn to you.

France Trip

I went to the Loire Valley, Bordeaux, San Sebastian Spain, Monte Carlo Monaco, Burgundy (Borgogne), Dijon, and Paris for a week.  Had some really great meals at Arzak in Spain, Le Chateaubriand and L’Atelier de Joël Robuchon in Paris. I … Continue reading

‘La Traviata’ at the National Ballet

I tried to go to the National Ballet to watch a new interpretation of La Traviata, called La Dame aux Camélias, but as is my way with getting to that theater, I never arrive on time and as a result couldn’t get a ticket or go in.  Oh well.  it looked like it would have been good…


Instead I walked around and had some tacos.


“to die of love”

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