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Sometimes you get lucky …

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Sometimes you get lucky. Sometimes you pinch yourself; wondering if it is all real.

The impossible backdrop of the azure sea, the tall classical spindly gums swaying in the gentle breeze. The sun sparkling, deepening the azure, and the greenness of the leaves; the whiteness and sparse beauty of the sandy soil.

Sometimes Tasmania confronts you with such beauty you are left breathless, in awe, wondering and thankful simply to be alive. At that moment you say thankyou to the ocean and to the sky and to the breeze and to the trees and to the air. You are, at that moment – as writer and historian Ross Fitzgerald (and alcoholic for that matter) – once said, a primitive rather than a pagan. He was explaining why he was a-theist … while still praying.

You throw your arms wide and say thankyou. You do not know to whom; if anyone. You are just so grateful.

I was at a commitment ceremony for Simon and Kristin. They are not rich people. They are exquisitely rich in friendships. Thrown open to them on this most beautiful of days was a simple, small, exquisitely crafted home overlooking Randalls Bay in the deep, deep south where spotted quolls and the occasional devil still scuttle in bush-rich freedom.

And another home where there was a marquee to cover the guests if the rain gods thundered; which they did not; and a tiny nearby beach accessed finally by tottering on a log (a challenge in high heels … err …which i wasn’t wearing I hasten to add, but one long-limbed beauty was … and they were French).

A little beach where the midnight swim was obligatory and the conversation endless …

On days and nights like this you reflect: We already have it all; why do we want more?

My part in this beautiful, beautiful ceremony – devoid of dogma, and with a simple self-written exchange of vows – was to recite a favourite William:

Here ‘tis:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Sonnet 116: “Let me not to the marriage of true minds…” by William Shakespeare

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14 Comments

14 Comments

  1. Bob Hawkins

    February 13, 2012 at 12:14 pm

    Linz, in those few sweet words, you sum up your own reason for being. Where would we be without TasTimes?

  2. Elizabeth Perey

    February 10, 2012 at 2:12 am

    Linz, your words are perfect. Thank you. I too feel blessed to have shared such a perfect day.

  3. TESS LAWRENCE

    February 9, 2012 at 3:26 am

    Dear Linz,you are a Love. This is full of the joys of Life and happy making.

    I shall pop it in a secret pocket of my heart.

    Please record you reading Willie’s fine words and put the audio on the TT website for St Valentine’s Day and evermore.

    You have clearly moved and inspired us, Linz and reminded us of the sweetness and romance of Life itself; they sometimes get trampled in the going nowhere rush and the surliness of unreasonable days.

    Onya Cobber!

  4. Bob Kendra

    February 7, 2012 at 10:45 pm

    Life having its way (heart, heart)

  5. Peter Brenner

    February 7, 2012 at 8:05 pm

    Linz, life should really not be about incessant fighting the bad boys only. Thanks for letting us have a peak at how it should be, how it could be. Yes, we do need to stop in our tracks to let beauty occupy our hearts and minds long enough to give us the strength to meet the inevitable adversities.

    Vive la vie!

  6. Garry Stannus

    February 7, 2012 at 7:35 pm

    the wonder of words…

    Tis this our beautiful island
    that we all wish- from to withhold,
    those corporates and greed-takers
    whose desire so bold,
    be to take and de-spoil the wealth of this beauty abundant yet so ancient old.
    Do hurry lay waste upon their rich
    their timeless paradise,
    do hasten unleash our corporate power non-wise, for still we desire
    still to fulfill
    its ultimate burnt sad ruined demise.

    [with apologies, Boeder, with spaces.]

  7. Maddie

    February 7, 2012 at 7:18 pm

    Ahhhhh… that did my heart good… and I needed it. Thank you. So romantic, sweet and pure, and I think the sonnet matched the scene perfectly.

  8. Dimity

    February 7, 2012 at 7:14 pm

    Now this is nice … life need only to be as simple or complicated as we wish to make it. A lovely post and so nice to read …

    Thankyou

  9. John Powell

    February 7, 2012 at 6:33 pm

    Magical photo, magical write-up, magical sonnet. Cannot get the lump out of my throat…..better have a merlot for you Linz

  10. William Boeder

    February 7, 2012 at 4:45 pm

    Tis this our beuatiful island that we all wish- from to withhold, those corporates and greed-takers whose desire so bold, be to take and de-spoil the wealth of this beauty abundant yet so ancient old.
    Do hurry lay waste upon their rich their timeless paradise, do hasten unleash our corporate power non-wise, for still we desire still to fulfill its ultimate burnt sad ruined demise.

    William Boeder.

  11. Steve Biddulph

    February 7, 2012 at 2:35 pm

    Aaah

    Always the heart of the matter

    The unutterable beauty of this island,

    And the people who want to protect it

    “We are in this world for one reason, and that is
    to love all the beings in it”
    Thich Nhat Hanh

  12. Mark Shea

    February 7, 2012 at 1:59 pm

    nice one Lindsay

  13. Simon Warriner

    February 7, 2012 at 1:25 pm

    As it should be. Thanks for the smile.

    Simon

  14. Dave Groves

    February 7, 2012 at 11:56 am

    Sometimes ya do. X

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