A cousin to the swan?

My day at the office over, a warm evening beckoned………….  Home? No, corner shop for some bread and off to the park, and the beautiful lake to feed the ducks, or should I say the geese!  Eager, they wouldn’t leave me alone, pecking my trousers, my bag, couldn’t get the bread out of the bag quick enough,

White geese, nursery rhymes, childhood, play and laughter, cousin to the swan Louisa May Alcott said

She knew she was not nightingale, 
Yet spite of much abuse, 
She longed to help and cheer the world,

Although a plain gray goose. 

She could not sing, she could not fly, 
Nor even walk with grace, 
And all the farm-yard had declared 
A puddle was her place.

But something stronger than herself 
Would cry, ‘Go on, go on!’ 
Remember, though an humble fowl, 
You’re cousin to a swan.”


Some say that The goose exemplifies a call to the spiritual quest, particularly in its migration patterns and behaviors. The geese leaving in the autumn stirs our imagination and makes us want to search out new worlds and dimensions. Their incessant honking seems to be calling us to follow them on the great spiritual quest. Their return speaks of the fulfilled promises that great quests bring.

Mary Olive wrote this beautiful poem `’Wild Geese”

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees
 for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body 
love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, 
over the prairies and the deep trees, 
the mountains and the rivers.
 Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, 
are heading home again.
 Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, 
the world offers itself to your imagination, 
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting — 
over and over announcing your place 
in the family of things.

The goose also is a totem of communication, especially through the use of stories. Its feather for a long time was the standard writing instrument. Individuals wishing to write can facilitate the process by working with the goose as a totem. It will stimulate the imagination and help move you through creative blocks. Writing with a goose quill pen will help this even more.

It was a perfect evening………………….

Touches my heart

I came across this poem this morning.  Searching for a quote to send to someone, I have  a folder with poems and quotes and I found the  E. E. Cummings poem that always touches me quite profoundly when I read it.

Recently for a storytelling session I was asked to write a story,  it wasnt until I read the poem again this morning I realised the story and the poem had great similarities.

Thought I would share this with you this morning.

 

SOMEWHERE I HAVE NEVER TRAVELLED

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

any experience, your eyes have their silence:

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

or which i cannot touch because they are too near

 

your slightest look easily will unclose me

though i have closed myself as fingers,

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

 

or if your wish be to close me, i and

my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,

as when the heart of this flower imagines

the snow carefully everywhere descending;

 

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

the power of your intense fragility: whose texture

compels me with the colour of its countries,

rendering death and forever with each breathing

 

(i do not know what it is about you that closes

and opens; only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

 

E E Cummings

 

 

 

 

 

 

RIP dear lady

An Icon of my youth, Elizabeth Taylor what a beautiful lady you were, as Cleopatra you took my breath away………….

This first image is indelibly printed on my mind for many reasons,  I spent many hours copying this dress in every detail, and spent weeks  searching for the perfect serpent.  I felt a million dollars, but the dress was only ever worn once.

RIP dear lady