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"Happiness always looks small when you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and at once you learn how big and precious it is."
Maxim Gorky

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Song for Friday...hello?

 I'm one of those people who have vivid dreams.
I remember my dreams just about every night.
Sometimes people enter my dreams from the past.
Some are dead and gone.
Some I haven't seen or heard from in years.
Some are even from my childhood back in Toronto, which is a REALLY long time ago.
Why these people sneak into my dreams at night is a mystery.
Someone once suggested that those I'm dreaming of are thinking of me,
a kind of cosmic phone call of sorts.
So here's to all those long ago friends...
Have a lovely weekend all.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Spring limmerick...

There once was a long legged hare...
  Who lay languid in meadows of green...
He spread out and lay low...
So as not to be seen...
 And took in the sweet scents on the air.

Linus....laying languid in my Etsy shop.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

The small things...

Sometimes I go to the beach for the big things...
the crashing waves
the expanse of sandy shoreline
the glorious sky at sunrise and sunset.
But then there  are times I go to explore the details...
the tiny marvels of natures architecture.
All of these little things I found the other day were minuscule.
Found amongst the pebbles and beach glass and still intact.
After being rolled around in the waves, pummeled by storms, tumbled with stones, 
they are still perfect.
Not one of these things is more than an inch long.
Crab shell...outer bit...
Detail of inner fantastic is that?!
Senor Gaudy would have been inspired!
These shells are a mere 1/4 of an inch round...
...and the colours so delicately chosen to make it shimmer in the sun.
Then, I found this tiniest of scallop shells...
...paper thin.
This worn piece of an oyster shell, painted with time and waves...
Fat little marble sized shells, blending in with the pebble grey...
I brought them home in my pocket, amazingly enough they survived, forgotten for a week, when I reached my hand in, I was giddy with surprise that they were still in one piece.