Author Archives: L. G. William Chapman, B.A., LL.B.

About L. G. William Chapman, B.A., LL.B.

Past President, Mississippi Masonic Hall Inc.; Past Master (by demit) of Mississippi Lodge No. 147, A.F. and A.M., G.R.C. (in Ontario) Chartered by the Grand Lodge of Canada July 20, 1861; Don, Devonshire House, University of Toronto, Toronto, Ontario; Juris Doctor, Dalhousie Law School, Halifax, Nova Scotia; Bachelor of Arts (Philosophy), Glendon Hall, York University, Toronto, Ontario; Old Boy (House Captain, Regimental Sgt. Major, Prefect and Head Boy), St. Andrew's College, Aurora, Ontario.

Quiet moment

The incontrovertible relief of a quiet moment is for me not entirely uncommon. Nor must I confess is it by any account routine. Perhaps the uniqueness of a quiet moment is part of its allure. I haven’t come near to triggering a quiet moment on command (though maybe I should if I were to remain au courant or preserve my chakra).  For the time being however a quiet moment is an accident.  Often it is merely the vacuum that follows a prior absorption, the fruition of the completion of a focus or duty, occasionally the rainbow after the rain.

The concept of the chakra arose in the early traditions of Hinduism. Beliefs differ between the Indian religions, with many Buddhist texts consistently mentioning five chakras, while Hindu sources reference six or seven. Early Sanskrit texts speak of them both as meditative visualizations combining flowers and mantras and as physical entities in the body. Within Kundalini yoga, the techniques of breathing exercises, visualizations, mudras, bandhas, kriyas, and mantras are focused on manipulating the flow of subtle energy through chakras.

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Don’t forget your sunglasses!

Most of us have a lot going on in our lives at any one time – at least doing and planning things we either prefer or must do – like vacations and going to work. As a result we sometimes overlook doing and planning the things that aren’t on our immediate agenda.  While we think nothing of going grocery shopping to prepare our meals, we are less inclined to accommodate provisions for less compelling matters.

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Youth

Youth!  Make no mistake – being young at heart doesn’t cut it! Youth is like money and things, you can’t have both. Most people with whom I now associate are old; and some of them have a lot of money. Which is to say, they’re not young. In the elevator it’s an elderly woman with platinum dyed blonde hair closely resembling a wig, her face wrinkled beneath cosmetic; she shares a pleasant greeting sharpened by a disparaging comment about spring cleaning.  On the telephone it’s a chap I have known for over forty years, a man with a persistent stutter; a mere glance at our past is instantly enriched with one thousand images of business, contracts and meetings. With whomever I communicate by email we’re certain to be of an age, perhaps friends or just acquaintances but not my physician, accountant or financial advisor all of whom are much younger than I (their predecessors and my former confidants having retired). Even swimming in the pool the athletic swimmer – a stranger- told me he was 76 years of age and a former hockey player so ancient I recollected the names of other players. The predominance of people I pass on the bicycle path and with whom I share a cheery greeting are gray haired and bent. The fellow in the parking lot, another interloper newly arrived, is thin and tall. And old.

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Looking back, moving forward

In the early 1950s, three lumber mills contributed to the logging of 19,000 acres of the island. The island population was only 300 residents. Before 1956, access to Hilton Head was limited to private boats and a state-operated ferry. The island’s economy centered on shipbuilding, cotton, lumbering, and fishing.

As we prepare to leave Hilton Head Island and to reignite our domestic interests in Mississippi Mills I have today coincidentally been moved to look back on the past and look forward upon the future.

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New morning

As I stare out our third floor balcony window, munching slices of organic Honey Crisp apple, I see between sea pines and the tops of palm trees a tee on the golf course.  It is early morning – not long after eight o’clock. The manicured green grass shimmers with dew. The shadows are long across the fairway. Already there are golfers – appearing in the distance like muted brushes of a painting – making the rounds. The sky is clear, more crystal white than blue. I have just returned from the car wash, removing yesterday’s pollen. And filled the gas tank on Lighthouse Road at the outdated Exxon outlet which is there primarily I am sure to accommodate the army of grounds keepers employed by Sea Pines Association and the residential owners. I have routinely seen workers there at noon collecting from the convenience store what seems to be take-out sandwiches wrapped in heavy white paper.

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Tower Beach

It’s one thing to talk about it; it’s another to do it. Such was my posture this morning as I arose from beneath the covers. Yesterday’s talk about the beach was today’s reality. The two objectives – the beach and a swim in the sea – were at hand.

In humans, posture can provide a significant amount of important information through nonverbal communication. Psychological studies have also demonstrated the effects of body posture on emotions. This research can be traced back to Charles Darwin’s studies of emotion and movement in humans and animals. Currently, many studies have shown that certain patterns of body movements are indicative of specific emotions. Researchers studied sign language and found that even non-sign language users can determine emotions from only hand movements. Another example is the fact that anger is characterized by forward whole body movement. The theories that guide research in this field are the self-validation or perception theory and the embodied emotion theory.

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Beach Strategy

The 10-Day Forecast suits me well.  Wind and rain today, then four days of sun and high temps followed by three days of rain and one of sunshine.  The day we leave is predicted to be sunny and warm. This all matters because it enables me to strategize my beach attendances mixed with swimming in the Ocean. Throughout the process, in addition to a beach towel in the bicycle basket, I shall sport my black Speedo swimming trunks, a linen shirt by either Tommy Bahama RELAX (white) or HiHo Beach fit (turquoise), worn-out SAS Decksider lace up Boat Shoes, Apple Watch, Sonny’s Original Surf Paste (Texturizing/Medium Hold/Matte Finish/UV Protecting enriched with Hawaiian Black Lava Sea Salt and Sea Kemp) and customary accompanying glitter on the fourth right, left pinky and around the neck. In the pockets of my trunks will be my iPhone and Carmex Classic Lip Balm (medicated) which I use as a nourishing face cream as well. For the uninterrupted project there are two objectives: sun and swim.

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Clearing the decks

After taking my usual handful of pills around four o’clock this morning – don’t ask me what they are, I have no idea – I consciously decided to succumb to the reputed soporific effect of one of them. By which I mean, I intended to linger in the virginal lair as long as the analgesic kept me there.  Specifically – and, admittedly, knowing that the weather was forecast to be cloudy – there would be none of the customary urgency to prepare myself for a cycle on the beach; or, as has lately been the inclination, a swim in the pool. Instead today would be a day of quiet repose and inactivity devoted to sipping coffee and continuing to read the History of England as seen through the learned and cultivated eyes of Thomas Babington Macaulay.

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A most unusual day…

There’s a most unusual sky
Not a sign of a cloud passing by
And if I want to sing, throw my heart in the ring
It’s a most unusual day

There are people meeting people
There is sunshine everywhere
There are people greeting people
And a feeling of Spring in the air

It’s a most unusual time
I keep feeling my temperature climb
If my heart won’t behave in the usual way
Well, there’s only one thing to say
It’s a most unusual, most unusual, most unusual day

Songwriters: Harold Adamson / Jimmy McHugh
It’s a Most Unusual Day lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Pool

The Sea Pines Resort Harbour Town Pool is located just steps across Lighthouse Lane (on which our residence at Cutter Court is located) and adjacent the Club House of the golf course where the RBC Heritage Classic PGA tournament is held in early April.

Use of the Harbour Town Pool is complimentary for registered guests of The Sea Pines Resort with the Guest Amenity Card and Sea Pines property owners with a CSA ID card

The RBC Heritage, known for much of its history as the Heritage Classic or simply the Heritage, is a PGA Tour event in South Carolina, first played 53 years ago in 1969. It is currently played in mid-April, the week after The Masters in Augusta, Georgia.

The venue for its entire existence has been the Harbour Town Golf Links at the Sea Pines Resort on Hilton Head Island. The Harbour Town course, which frequently appears on several “Best Courses” lists, was designed by famed golf course architect Pete Dye, with assistance from Jack Nicklaus. In 1972, the first two rounds were played on both the Harbour Town Golf Links and the Ocean course at Sea Pines, with the final two rounds at Harbour Town.

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