Saturday, March 26, 2011

A Poem for Dreamers

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod, one night sailed off in a wooden shoe;
Sailed off on a river of crystal light into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going and what do you wish?" the old moon asked the three.
"We've come to fish for the herring fish that live in this beautiful sea.
Nets of silver and gold have we," said Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song as they rocked in the wooden shoe.
And the wind that sped them all night long ruffled the waves of dew.
Now the little stars are the herring fish that live in that beautiful sea;
"Cast your nets wherever you wish never afraid are we!"
So cried the stars to the fishermen three - Wynken, and Blynken, and Nod.

So all night long their nets they threw to the stars in the twinkling foam.
'Til down from the skies came the wooden shoe bringing the fisherman home.
'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed as if it could not be.
Some folks say 'twas a dream they dreamed of sailing that misty sea.
But I shall name you the fisherman three - Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

Now Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes and Nod is a little head.
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies is a wee one's trundle bed.
So close your eyes while mother sings of the wonderful sights that be.
And you shall see those beautiful things as you sail on the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three - Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

~Eugene Field

Sunday, March 13, 2011

The Sound and the Fury

There's something about a wind so strong that it almost knocks you flat over sideways. So much power. It makes you feel so small and insignificant. It fills you with awe and complete surrender to any sense of control you think you might have. We really truly are at Mother Nature's mercy.

Usually I like to watch these kinds of winds from the comfort of my living room window, but today I went out and felt myself drown in it, and it was so amazing. I walked down to a favourite beach and listened to the water roll over the small stones. It is such a satisfying sound...kind of like bubble wrap or ice crackling in a glass. It almost sounds as though the rocks are hollow. To an ant's ears, it must be forbidding. I wonder how many stones are on that beach? There is a finite number...a number I will never know.

I think there are just as many knots in my hair now. ouch.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Rambling on Green Trails and Blog Posts

It's getting late, and gravity is pulling on my eyelids... but I wanted to share some pictures of Thetis Lake, a most beautiful, greener than green place that I hiked with my friend and her dog Triscuit today. In the bottom photo, doesn't it look like some glittery mystical creature is hovering just under the surface of the water? Anyway, this is usually a quiet place, but today it seemed as though every dog in Victoria was trouncing along the trails, creating little canine traffic jams every so often. This was positively blissful for Triscuit, as were the muddy streams and mossy off trails. I don't think I have ever known a happier dog. Ever. And that kind of happy is contagious. I am still feeling the effects, hours later.

But I am sleepy too.
It is time to hit the pillows and let go of this perfect Sunday.

I owe you all a visit. You know me...always falling behind. I have come to realise that this is how I live my life. It's not just a blogging thing. I am always connecting and then retreating, never really finding a happy balance, but constantly flowing toward or pulling away from the world. Perhaps that is a kind of balance in itself? I don't know. I do know that I need a lot of down time, a lot of quiet space to recharge my batteries... I just have to make sure I don't cave dwell for too long....for that is not happy-making.

So I will put on my social butterfly wings (mine are removable) and let the breeze carry me in your direction over the next few days.

Happy March, everyone! xo