Remoteness
Remoteness! The Wickies who once kept the beacons burning bright called far-flung stations, “the outside lights.” Today, we know of them – maybe more in story and legend than lived experience, as the elusive ones. Distant beams reminds us of their presence well beyond. Our eyes strain to see glimpses of their withdrawn domains through a blur of atmospheric refraction. Is it a mirage? Not if we see the light! Remoteness! A glance towards an understood vicinity, out there – somewhere out there, the lighthouse stands tall. The mere thought of such a great divide conjures up a feeling of inescapable isolation. Its heaviness etches a lasting imprint on our very being. Surely, remoteness is a place too. A place that offers but two paths for those who tread upon olden ledge – abandonment or delight. Remoteness! In our worlds apart, we remember lighthouse times before and stories of renown. We imagine and wonder about such complete detachment. The sheer meaning of the word embraces a ranging contemplation for the meandering mind. Is a beacon’s beckoning allure far away or close at hand? Is everything we desire to discover about such lighthouses lost in a sea of nothingness or found straightaway? The heart knows! Remoteness! Upon the deep, does the tide taunt the spirit from ebb’s oblivion or bear whispers of sweet solitude along the surging jostle? At the outside lights, feelings are sure to cut both ways. “Utter bleakness,” some say. “Not for me,” others emphatically state. Yet, here a guiding light must shine above waters vast and mighty. So alone in the remoteness, a soul is not! Thereby, hope and peace are attained to our delight.
"Outside" and "remote" they may be physically but, your words bring them close to our hearts 💖 Thank you Bob!