This is such an incredible piece LOU! Would you be interested in expanding on this topic and writing an essay for the Revelry Collection Magazine? I really love your writing and I think this topic needs to be explored more.
Every day I feel like life is full of grandeur in even the smallest things-- the feeling of awe seeing photos of my grandchildren living life, or the accomplishments of my children as workers, husbands, fathers, hunters! Or the wagging tails of the dogs, or a perfect hearty sandwich, or a full moon, or fresh smelling laundry hot out of the dryer. Doesn't take much to impress--Just being able to wake up each morning and move, and be part of this journey called life.
"I do believe that grandeur is important — and the search for it may be even more so. Like Arthur and Lancelot, Percival, Gawain and Galahad, each of us must begin that journey at a point of our own choosing, where the forest is darkest, and where there is no path."
Makes me think of Joseph Campbell's writing about "The hero's journey". You remind us that there is more to life than the daily humdrum if we go in search of it. Thanks for that Lou and, as always, good food. Loin lamb chops on the grill for me this weekend! 🔥👌
A provocative piece - and delicious recipe. In the area of mainland Greece where I lived, the yiayias would add generous handfuls of fresh dill. But that's a Marmite herb. Love it or hate it.
Ah! Of course! Dill should have been included — the omission nearly unforgivable. Thanks for catching that (we added plenty, though dried, as our window garden hasn’t come in yet).
Milius wrote THE RIDE in 1967. One of the best essays on surfing I have ever read. Paddled out at dawn, waves were small, but the water was gin clear. Rays, Dolphins, probably a few sharks, and me enjoying the change in seasons. Grandeur!
I agree, it is the little things. At 5 every friday I eat a dozen of the best oysters on the half shell you can imagine, drink beer with friends and solve the world's problems. Saturday I will take my wife of 30 years to dinner. In the words of Bruce Lee, "Simple, not easy."
I believe grandeur comes in many forms — natural and man made, vast and minute. It’s everywhere. But we miss it without presence. Being present. Paying attention. Opening ourselves to the moment and everything that needs to work for that moment to exist.
This is such an incredible piece LOU! Would you be interested in expanding on this topic and writing an essay for the Revelry Collection Magazine? I really love your writing and I think this topic needs to be explored more.
Thanks! Yes, I’ll shoot you a note.
Every day I feel like life is full of grandeur in even the smallest things-- the feeling of awe seeing photos of my grandchildren living life, or the accomplishments of my children as workers, husbands, fathers, hunters! Or the wagging tails of the dogs, or a perfect hearty sandwich, or a full moon, or fresh smelling laundry hot out of the dryer. Doesn't take much to impress--Just being able to wake up each morning and move, and be part of this journey called life.
And the recipe is splendid, too!
I love you.
Very radical, Mom!
"I do believe that grandeur is important — and the search for it may be even more so. Like Arthur and Lancelot, Percival, Gawain and Galahad, each of us must begin that journey at a point of our own choosing, where the forest is darkest, and where there is no path."
Makes me think of Joseph Campbell's writing about "The hero's journey". You remind us that there is more to life than the daily humdrum if we go in search of it. Thanks for that Lou and, as always, good food. Loin lamb chops on the grill for me this weekend! 🔥👌
I did crib liberally from Mr. Campbell on that one! Enjoy the chops!
A provocative piece - and delicious recipe. In the area of mainland Greece where I lived, the yiayias would add generous handfuls of fresh dill. But that's a Marmite herb. Love it or hate it.
Ah! Of course! Dill should have been included — the omission nearly unforgivable. Thanks for catching that (we added plenty, though dried, as our window garden hasn’t come in yet).
But I didn't consider it an omission! Just a possible addition to ring the changes. The recipe brought good memories.
Milius wrote THE RIDE in 1967. One of the best essays on surfing I have ever read. Paddled out at dawn, waves were small, but the water was gin clear. Rays, Dolphins, probably a few sharks, and me enjoying the change in seasons. Grandeur!
Can a man ask for any more than that!?
I agree, it is the little things. At 5 every friday I eat a dozen of the best oysters on the half shell you can imagine, drink beer with friends and solve the world's problems. Saturday I will take my wife of 30 years to dinner. In the words of Bruce Lee, "Simple, not easy."
What a life!
Simple, not easy
I believe grandeur comes in many forms — natural and man made, vast and minute. It’s everywhere. But we miss it without presence. Being present. Paying attention. Opening ourselves to the moment and everything that needs to work for that moment to exist.
Here I go writing an essay when you condense and better it in a paragraph! Great points and I 100% agree. Thanks for expanding my view.
Ha! No way. Your piece inspired the thought.