Jul 29, 2012

I have loved this poem since I was a wee girl... there is a deep connection to nature. It is poetic and yet silent, comfortable and yet provocative, unsettling and yet settling, healing and yet dramatic, always a contradiction of terms...

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
   In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
   Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
   And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
    What a beautiful Pussy you are,
         You are,
         You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"

Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl!
   How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
   But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
   To the land where the Bong-Tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
   With a ring at the end of his nose,
             His nose,
             His nose,
   With a ring at the end of his nose.

"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
   Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."
So they took it away, and were married next day
   By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
   Which they ate with a runcible spoon;   
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
   They danced by the light of the moon,
             The moon,
             The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
Source: The Random House Book of Poetry for Children (1983)

Jul 21, 2012

Hard knocks and Deep Water

We learn so much from those hard knocks and floundering in deep water, but ask me if at the moment I'm in the midst of these two am I OK......I think not... I cry, scream inside, and whoa the self-pity and denial that was so familiar in younger years doth appear. But the beauty of getting older is that there is a quicker recognition of these familiar scenarios. Inside my heart says flow... there are reasons for these bewildering circumstances. For one does wonder why am I located in a place where sometimes just listening to the words of other people feel as though nails are streaking across the chalkboard of my mind.... 
I miss meandering with familiar souls who see the world through eyes of wonder, who sense that the world is filled with magic and souls who lived long ago on this earth, who know that animals sense everything that we say and do, who see signs and symbols that are dropped in our pathways in order that we might see more clearly..
Life is a mysterious combination of circumstances and souls that are finding their way. Just think of the magical sense of space and time that surrounds us at all times. 
Taking a chance, well I like the sound of that. In fact lets step out on a big fat limb and see where life might take us.. let's read the tea leaves between the lines and let our pshyic powers overtake us just as we use to in the middle of the night when we were children exploring the dark crevices of the universe. 
Let's sleep outside with the bugs, and the critters letting them spin their mystery around us while the stars shine down upon our sweet noggins.