What a remarkable piece, not least because having encountered the phrase, ' father being carried by his son,' we then get the image itself. (" a young man carrying his father on his back," is the exact quote, make of my embellished version what you will.)
The ending is just amazing. I mean the fact of the train stopping.
I must say, the restrained mother and child... in that moment her feelings towards Dipendry Singha* might have been rather antagonistic. We don't know why she needed to catch that train so badly, after all.
*And the story of how you got the name? How you explained your asking for it? That is perhaps to come.
There’s something quietly dignified in the way you entered this journey not chasing the view, not resisting the delays, but allowing the experience to unfold as it wished. I felt the mist in your words, the weight of stillness, and the warmth of that tea.
Your theory of train travel, I suspect, goes far beyond geography it invites us to move without urgency, to notice without naming and to be reshaped by what we do not control. Thank you for reminding me that presence is a destination too.
Taking the toy train to Darjeeling is one of my fondest memories. We stayed at The Windermere. I still have some letterhead (somewhere). It was cool and cloudy. Zero visibility of the famous peaks. But it was magical.
The man carryng his father, the woman running with her infant, the station officers helping, the others running --always the motion to board the train even as it moves. The train stops. What! Can it be? You write, you show ordo amoris.
What a remarkable piece, not least because having encountered the phrase, ' father being carried by his son,' we then get the image itself. (" a young man carrying his father on his back," is the exact quote, make of my embellished version what you will.)
The ending is just amazing. I mean the fact of the train stopping.
I must say, the restrained mother and child... in that moment her feelings towards Dipendry Singha* might have been rather antagonistic. We don't know why she needed to catch that train so badly, after all.
*And the story of how you got the name? How you explained your asking for it? That is perhaps to come.
Best reader! Thanks, Tom.
always keen always balanced and always moving
There’s something quietly dignified in the way you entered this journey not chasing the view, not resisting the delays, but allowing the experience to unfold as it wished. I felt the mist in your words, the weight of stillness, and the warmth of that tea.
Your theory of train travel, I suspect, goes far beyond geography it invites us to move without urgency, to notice without naming and to be reshaped by what we do not control. Thank you for reminding me that presence is a destination too.
Taking the toy train to Darjeeling is one of my fondest memories. We stayed at The Windermere. I still have some letterhead (somewhere). It was cool and cloudy. Zero visibility of the famous peaks. But it was magical.
The man carryng his father, the woman running with her infant, the station officers helping, the others running --always the motion to board the train even as it moves. The train stops. What! Can it be? You write, you show ordo amoris.
What a gift you have given me, Mary! I didn’t know this phrase: “ordo amoris.” Order of love! I will use the language and the concept.
JD Vance twisted the concept and Pope Francis, not that long ago and still alive, sharply corrected him and said he was wrong.
Pope Francis used the Good Samaratan as an example of the true meaning .
You intuitively know and give to your students and readers.