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I’m still working on another post (or two) about how my trip to Britain next week came about, and will perhaps get the story finished before I leave on Sunday. For now, I want to get something else out there.
It begins with a passage that came to mind in the midst of some breath work with my therapist on Wednesday:
The heart seeks
and only the heart can find
that which we do not know
that we know
Now, as much as I am loathe to even mention the name – much as Harry Potter referred to Voldemort as “he who cannot be named” – the thought above is a corollary to something Donald Rumsfeld famously (infamously?) said during one of his Pentagon press conferences when he was trying to explain whathefuck had gone wrong in Iraq:
There are things we know that we know. There are known unknowns. That is to say there are things that we now know we don’t know. But there are also unknown unknowns. There are things we do not know we don’t know.
I’ve always thought that Rumsfeld’s assessment of the realms of knowledge and ignorance stops just short of what might be the most import insight of all, that…
There are things that we do not know… that we know.
Basic, fundamental, truths of existence that live on a subsurface, spiritual level that where we do not spend nearly enough time.
Perhaps I am going to the ancient ruins of Britain to spend time in places where long ago mystics and monks did just that.
As good a reason as any…
And, now that I think about it, I realize that right after I had the “breath work revelation” I’ve shared above, I may have had a clear illustration of the principal – and an affirmation of why I have to go on this trip alone.
After I saw Kenneth on Wednesday, I went downtown to the Shelby Street bridge to photograph the Nashville skyline and see what sort of results I would get shooting for HDR with my new Nikon D600.
The results at sunset were pretty satisfactory if uninspiring, except perhaps for this one shot where I got everything to line up: the sun hitting the tops of the building, the f/16 aperture that produces the cool star effect:
But after I got that shot I stood around and waited for over an hour for the sky to darken and the lights of the city to come on. And about 8:30PM I got this shot, which I think is downright spectacular:
… because I WAITED FOR IT (and trust me on this, the small rendering here doesn’t do the image justice; click here to see the whole frame a bit larger).
And that, sadly, is what I can’t seem to do when I’m with Ann. At least, not that day we stopped at the Beauly Priory on the Black Isle near Edinburgh. And I’ll say again, I think Ann got better photos in less time than I did. But I wasn’t done yet…
That’s why I drove away thinking, “I have to come back here by myself.”
And now, it appears, I am doing just that.
In two days.
Because when the heart is patient.. only then.. can it find what it does not know that it knows.
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And now, the rest of the story...