Friday, March 25, 2005


What will I miss most when I leave this island five days hence and return to New England? I'll miss rising at 1 or 2 AM, as I always do, for a cold drink, then stepping onto the terrace almost naked in the warm tropical air, the sea lapping the sand and the stars a vast, silent canopy of glory. Alfred North Whitehead described religion "as what we do with our solitude." Those intervals on the star-dark terrace are my liturgy.