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September 7, 2016 / philosophermouseofthehedge

A Möbius Sea

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But for a dream, what would life would be?©

They say some live their lives backwards.

Could have misunderstood.

His, a Twilight Zone version.

Twisted that old cliché of beginning, dependency, ignored wishes, controller only to reverse order to the end.

A truer Möbius bent.

At the beginning, his son’s wedding called them all back to their island home. 

Crowds of cousins, family, and long-lost friends gathered after so many years gone.

All the old childhood haunts visited and remembered:

The old house.

Over there, the school still stands.

And where they met for baseball.

Not far from where he learned to sail.

On the beach he walked as a kid, the sun and sand still felt the same.

One “last night out with the boys” at a bar – before the glittering wedding and new start.

Dancing. Singing. Laughter until late.

The morning after the ceremony, he was thrilled by an unexpected surprise:

A kayak by the back door.

A small sailboat trailered on the drive.

A note from his best childhood friend saying, “Enjoy them as long as you are here”.

He adored being out on the water. The perfect day hardly seemed long enough. 

Later, enjoying the balcony view with his wife, he happily relayed his day’s adventures as if he was a 5-year-old child returning from the “bestest birthday party ever”.

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Island’s sunset. Can’t touch that.©

He paused, waved at the horizon’s stained glass colors, and said, “A glorious sunset almost identical to this morning’s sunrise, yes?”

Smiled at his wife of many years. The children now off on their own.

Took one last drag on his cigarette.

And fell forward onto the ground.

He always loved his island. He always loved the sea.

Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you ‘grave for me;
“Here he lies where he long’d to be,
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.”

(Robert Louis Stevenson)

They say some live their lives backwards.

If so, may it be happily done.

Would you worry if people, places, or situations from earlier years suddenly start spinning in reverse?

Sailing on a Möbius sea

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

RIP, Arturo. Fine sailor, neighbor, and friend.

Woman on shore waving at a sailboat. 1916. Frank Pape-ill./

 “Just a dream and the wind to carry me. And soon I will be free…” song by Christopher Cross (USPD/







  1. Kate Crimmins / Sep 7 2016 7:25 am

    Deep thinking for the early morning.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 7 2016 7:42 am

      The universe does toss stuff into the mix at the oddest times. His wife said it was so strange, yet beautiful. Apparently that’s an old saying from there. I’d never heard it before, but thinking back now…you have to wonder. thanks for dipping into this see.

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  2. easyweimaraner / Sep 7 2016 7:47 am

    if then I hope only the best moments will appear :o) sometimes I feel like the kid I was once when I see some special places … like the office of the principal as we visited our old school again… I automatically changed the side of the hallway to bring as much distance as possible between me and this place of anger :o)

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 7 2016 8:23 am

      Those old scary vibrations linger! (We’ve probably seen waaay too many slasher/horror movies…). Whew. We’ll just hit “fastforward” if those show up again and then “pause” on the good spots. It’s out show – we can direct the scenes as we wish, right? Thanks for splashing down with a comment

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  3. roughseasinthemed / Sep 7 2016 7:56 am

    Who knows what it will be like until it happens. And even Paul can’t remember his brief (luckily) flurry with death.

    Our dealings with death are often brushing it under the carpet instead of celebrating the life that was lived. Humans. So odd.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 7 2016 8:29 am

      Worrying is highly overrated. Past is over and done; the future vague. Actually while feeling a bit Twilight Zone-ish, his wife said it somehow was comforting that it seemed so right. Yes, always take time to chase the squirrels in delight, silly humans. Thanks for surfing in with a comment

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    • Paul / Sep 7 2016 9:07 am

      I think our relationship with death is very individual roughseas. Personally I have looked at death very closely too many times to list. I once fell three stories off a staging , landed and walked away without even a broken bone; I walked away from a head on collision at highway speeds; I’ve been run over, run into, electrocuted, had heavy weight fall on me, etc, etc and have walked away. In fact except for maybe a toe bone or two, I’ve never had even a broken bone – and yet I have come so close to death so many times that others have even remarked on it. IT often scares me but it seems to be a part of my life. And I am usually very careful – not reckless and still death whistles by more often than I would like to admit.

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      • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 7 2016 9:53 am

        You never told us you were a stunt man, Paul. (and that book needing to be written…waiting…waiting…).

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        • Paul / Sep 7 2016 10:08 am

          One day when I was trucking we had overdimensional loads to chain onto flatbeds. The only way to get the chains over was to ride up on the forklift with chains in hand and then throw over the top. I was all the way up when the forklift driver’s foot slipped and the forklift drove out from under me. I fell over 14 feet and my head missed the trailer side rail by 1/4 inch. i remember watching , as if in slow motion as the chains puffed onto the dust of the dirt lot just before I hit – no damage. 😀

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          • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 7 2016 11:04 am

            Whew! Good timing, that fall. You were a cat in former life?
            Not more frightening to me than chains or wire stretched holding a load of any sort – few realize the cutting power if unleashed.
            (But I still wanna drive a couple of those giant road building tractors. I’d be careful, right? Ignore that Bart Simpson grin.)

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        • roughseasinthemed / Sep 7 2016 11:10 am

          Only if I get to edit it!! Canadians are cool.

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      • roughseasinthemed / Sep 7 2016 11:08 am

        Hey Paul, remind me to travel with you in future 🙂

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        • Paul / Sep 7 2016 5:43 pm

          Thanks roughseas and Phil for the great enthusiast – keep that up and you just may convince me to do a book.

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          • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 8 2016 8:56 am

            Can’t squirm away from writing forever HA HA – Possible title: “Stalked by Death”…”Death Stalks Me”…”More Than One Near Miss”…”Why Me, Death?” for a short warm up book…each incident, like the one here, a short chapter with your last Sunday’s post just before the conclusion/summary chapter..but a big bandaid on the cover? You could have a lot of fun with this, Paul – think of the cartoon illustrations. A warm-up for your real book (which roughseas should beta and edit – much worth it)

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          • Paul / Sep 8 2016 9:04 am

            Very funny Phil. I felt like I was tempting fate just mentioning it. Imagine if i published it. Ha! I am not sterling when it comes to luck and would likely be run over and killed by the courier bringing the first copy to me.

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          • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 8 2016 9:11 am

            But we’d be sure to have that included as The Final Chapter. (I know what you mean by tempting fate…nine lives is just so many)


          • Paul / Sep 8 2016 9:28 am


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  4. Wifey Monologue / Sep 7 2016 8:22 am

    Hmm, it keeps me thinking … Hmn!

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  5. dreamlanddancing / Sep 7 2016 5:38 pm

    “Would you worry if people, places, or situations from earlier years suddenly start spinning in reverse?”…Indeed, I have come to believe that is the normal order of things of late.
    Touching piece; I grew up on an island off the coast of New Jersey, and have lived next to the ocean most of my life.

    Chazz Vincent


  6. shoreacres / Sep 8 2016 6:25 am

    Or, as Dylan famously sang, in what may be the best Mobius lyrics ever, “Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now.”

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 8 2016 9:10 am

      It was so unexpected, it was almost like the universe sent a rogue wave from out of nowhere. Dylan’s lyrics are familiar, but that “some live life backwards” was an unusual thought and oddly seems true in this case. All back to the sea sooner of later. Thanks for sailing by with a comment


  7. the dune mouse / Sep 9 2016 12:31 pm

    a brilliant and poignant twist of the course.I love the concept- living life backwards.
    “We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” It seems we can only understand life backwards at any rate – and I love that poem by Stevenson.


    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 9 2016 4:24 pm

      What a great quote. There is so much wonder out there. No better wish than to see it when it happens.Thanks for the lovely observations and floating a weighty comment to this dock

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  8. Aquileana / Sep 16 2016 8:26 pm

    Sailing on a Möbius sea…
    I like your ideas… and well… I think “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” written by F. Scott Fitzgerald – film also quite well known, featuring Di Caprio… could fit your requests…
    at least when it comes to the subjective time axis.
    There are many things kept unknown or unseen by others and ourselves… Sigh…
    Great post, Phil… sending best wishes. Aquileana 🌟


    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 19 2016 7:36 am

      Was hoping you’d stop by for this one and curious what you’d see.
      When my neighbor started to describe what happened – and said the island’s concept of some living backwards, all I could think about was that story/movie. Wondered if anyone else made the connection.
      “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
      Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” (Hamlet/Shakespeare)
      Apparently much left unexplained throughout the ages.
      Thanks for gazing through the mists and penning an observation. Hope our week is filled with wonder.


  9. RKLikesReeses / Sep 21 2016 11:20 am

    Whatever happens I hope it’s conclusive. In or out. No holding the screen door open to let the flies in.

    Thought-provoking post!
    Also, thanks for the Möbius strip memories! Loved learning about those in school!

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 21 2016 11:38 am

      Much is learned from living in a house with a screen door (as opposed to only experiencing digital screens or only open doors.)
      Thanks for swooping along

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  10. The Coastal Crone / Sep 23 2016 3:50 pm

    A delightfully thoughtful post! I don’t want to rewind my life but I recently went to a class reunion and felt as if time turned back but we were all old instead of young. I keep a quote on my desk, ” I did ot let the fear of death govern my life; and my reward was, I had life.” – George Bernard Shaw

    Thanks for the recent visits to my blog! Have a sane and timely weekend!


    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 24 2016 9:13 am

      Ther perfect quote and advice for worriers. Time is an odd elusive, but flexible thing. Thanks for passing a timely comment this way (Enjoy the week and maybe the first shift to fall breezes?…oh, we wish. HA HA)


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