"I'm going to speak my mind because I have nothing to lose."--S.I. Hayakawa

Monday, January 4, 2010

Stillpoint Still Point

Two weeks in a secluded remote cabin didn’t do it, though it was there that I again noticed the phenomenon. Months of introspection and discovery didn’t do it either. Shoveling sixteen inches of snow off the upper deck at home is what brought the insight.

The secluded cabin was in Halibut Cove, across Kachemak Bay from Homer, located at the tip of the Kenai Peninsula in Alaska. No running water, other than the “run and get it” kind, no television or telephone, no neighbors within hailing distance. My only company, other than the sea otters and sea birds, was Gerri the cat, whom I would visit daily at the owners’ private residence during the five days they were away from the Cove.

Walking around the trails of Stillpoint retreat just before dark one evening I noticed how crisp and clear everything appeared. The trees, the cabins and homes across the quiet waters were sharply defined in the fading light and remained so until they could no longer be seen in the darkness of mid-winter. Several days passed before I could verify this curiosity, days during which more than a foot of snow lighter than a fleeting thought fell and covered the spruce trees and cabins.

Late in the afternoon the skies cleared and the landscape once again resembled a sharp Currier and Ives print in black and white at twilight.

Crisp delineation. Stillpoint. Twilight. Does this not describe the place in life at which I have arrived? I am a fairly new member of the Age of Medicare and some may say in the twilight of my life. And while my brain bounces around from one madcap thought to another, the essence of me has reached a point of stillness, synonymous with peace and acceptance of self.

“Crisp delineation” perfectly describes the result of months of introspection I undertook during which I discovered the intersecting pathways, the events that seemed pre-ordained no matter what decisions and actions I made to the contrary, and how things usually happened for the best though they did not appear to be so at the time. What also is coming into focus is why many people were meant to be a part of my life and how those friendships have contributed to make me the person I am now.

So today, as my life fades into twilight (which I promise will be more zany and adventurous than my youth ever dared to be), I have reached that state of stillness where the trees and cabins and events of my life stand in sharp, crisp and clear definition.

My own Stillpoint. And it has made all the difference.


  1. After I read this last night I thought, Man, I wish I could express myself as well as Gully.

    You are such an inspiration. I hope if I keep reading, one day, you will eventually wear off on me. But if you have some magic writing dust you can send my way, I'll take that too!

  2. Wow, Gully. I gotta say that from what I've read about you and your antics so far, 'fading into the twilight' is the LAST thing you are doing.

    I am so impressed by this. By your writing, your photos, your life, your thoughts.

    Thank you!

  3. Ditto Darksculptures comment. What beautiful writing. What a great expression. You made me a little home sick--but only a little. Burr!

  4. I looked at Stillpoint's website. Incredible. Kinda like you, my friend. I think this "twilight" of yours will be filled with shooting stars and northern lights.