Six months prior to the day he passed,
Murray quoted a passage from Henry David Thoreau’s Walden
that he felt described his most recent life path.
I adapt it here in commemoration of Murray’s mystical, Celtic spirit—
Surely soaring serenely into the nether reaches of Time, Space & Place.
I went to the Sea
Because I wished to live Deliberately—
To front only
The Essential Facts of Life,
And See if I could not learn
What it had to teach——
When I came to Die—
Discover that I had not Lived.
In heartfelt commemoration of Murray’s passion for his Woods, his Homeplace, and the Sea,
I offer the following adaptation of a W.B. Yeats poem in his memory:
Who will go with Murray now——
And Pierce the deep wood’s woven shade,
And walk along the sandy shore?
Murray rules the shadow of the wood,
The white breast of the dim sea——
And all the wandering waves.
(Adapted from W.B. Yeats, Who Goes with Fergus?)
While we will sorely miss you,
Murray——Mur, Muir, Murgster——
We take solace in knowing——
(Image by Isobel Fitzpatrick)
Your spirit soars above and around us——
Within the Sea & the Place you so loved. . .
Fare thee well, our Dear Friend.
May our paths cross again. . . upon the Sea.