That was a great start you had in life. I reckon that the rivers play around with the sticks while they are under the bridge - just to keep us on our toes :-)
Beautiful and truthful words to describe a river . Always a moving rendition . The beat changes with the current, its contents affect the notes, the temperature changes the tune.I am seated on a boulder near a river, in an outdoor museum of your words , quietly in awe .
“The river winks, flows on, and begins the joy of her evening song.”
I wish this continued on, I could read an entire novel.
Ah, Lor. Isn't that the biggest spider's web - touch one part of it and all the others stretch and adjust to accommodate you. Pass my respectful regards to your river when you are next together :-)
What a beautiful thing to read on a cold, foggy morning in Ireland. Thank you for this offering and contemplation. I think it will resonate strongly with anyone who has been claimed by a place.
David - as always, your writing causes me to wonder - and wander. What have I been missing and what could I see, if I took the time to really, really look? Yes, words of a place can have the energy of the place and too often I jump over the place and the words. As in my yoga practice, it is time that makes the difference - between just doing and being present. Then perhaps we might find subtle nuances that we hadn’t seen before. Thank you!
What an absolutely beautiful piece of writing. I will never cross a river again without greeting it. Interesting the synchronicity of life. I had an operation on my knee meniscus two days ago and had never thought about this word before. Now you have given it beauty rather than pain. Thank you
Hi Angela, and thank you. Isn't it wonderful how some words sneak their way into all sorts of nooks and crannies, joining things up, making connections. Hope you'll be 'as good as your old jump' again soon - to directly translate the Gaelic idiom :-)
Hmmm. I’ll have to listen more carefully from now on. I’m not near the great river that runs through my city much, me disabled and the river’s bank high and steep, but I will listen more closely to the birdsong — what birds remain in our northern Canadian winter. I know the chickadees do! Thank you David. As always, I am enchanted!
It is a great wisdom to salut a river, to show respect on passing, I too can not cross or pass water without peering into its depths...
You make me smile, I don't think I could have ever imagined such literary elegance from someone who describes himself as a 'clodhopper' until I read you David!
I was just nattering away to the stream gurgling happily in the bottom of my valley, ‘are you ok?’ came the message from home as night closed in? A quiick translation and I realise I have forgotten the bread in the oven! I guess there is an order of importance David, streams and rivers, fairies (shhh..) and small creatures come first…
May your weekend be hilled with hopeless gazing! :-)
Oh, thank you, Liz for coming along. I love that technique you use in "a poem song bridge dance jig wren-trill flight and flow of things from this and other worlds" - reminds me of some of Rody Gorman's intertonguings :-)
my father raised me to always greet a river with respect....and from time to time indulge in a game of Pooh sticks.
That was a great start you had in life. I reckon that the rivers play around with the sticks while they are under the bridge - just to keep us on our toes :-)
Beautiful and truthful words to describe a river . Always a moving rendition . The beat changes with the current, its contents affect the notes, the temperature changes the tune.I am seated on a boulder near a river, in an outdoor museum of your words , quietly in awe .
“The river winks, flows on, and begins the joy of her evening song.”
I wish this continued on, I could read an entire novel.
Ah, Lor. Isn't that the biggest spider's web - touch one part of it and all the others stretch and adjust to accommodate you. Pass my respectful regards to your river when you are next together :-)
"I am seated on a boulder near a river, in an outdoor museum of your words , quietly in awe."
Me too Lor, me too!
What a beautiful thing to read on a cold, foggy morning in Ireland. Thank you for this offering and contemplation. I think it will resonate strongly with anyone who has been claimed by a place.
Thanks, Ramona. Yes, don't some places just gobble you up :-)
David - as always, your writing causes me to wonder - and wander. What have I been missing and what could I see, if I took the time to really, really look? Yes, words of a place can have the energy of the place and too often I jump over the place and the words. As in my yoga practice, it is time that makes the difference - between just doing and being present. Then perhaps we might find subtle nuances that we hadn’t seen before. Thank you!
Yes, you are quite right. The wrinkles and runckles that appear when we let our busy little fingers rest for a while on the face of the world.
What an absolutely beautiful piece of writing. I will never cross a river again without greeting it. Interesting the synchronicity of life. I had an operation on my knee meniscus two days ago and had never thought about this word before. Now you have given it beauty rather than pain. Thank you
Hi Angela, and thank you. Isn't it wonderful how some words sneak their way into all sorts of nooks and crannies, joining things up, making connections. Hope you'll be 'as good as your old jump' again soon - to directly translate the Gaelic idiom :-)
Thank you David. Hope to read more of your beautiful words. Love the Gaelic idiom and hope I am.
Hmmm. I’ll have to listen more carefully from now on. I’m not near the great river that runs through my city much, me disabled and the river’s bank high and steep, but I will listen more closely to the birdsong — what birds remain in our northern Canadian winter. I know the chickadees do! Thank you David. As always, I am enchanted!
Oh heavens, Heather. 'northern Canadian winter' - there's a prompt to dreams and wild speculation. Listen closely :-)
Oh! I shall!! There seems to be some crows that have stuck around, I know that much!
It is a great wisdom to salut a river, to show respect on passing, I too can not cross or pass water without peering into its depths...
You make me smile, I don't think I could have ever imagined such literary elegance from someone who describes himself as a 'clodhopper' until I read you David!
Hi Susie, what a pair of hopeless gazers we are :-) I don't know how we ever get anything done.
I was just nattering away to the stream gurgling happily in the bottom of my valley, ‘are you ok?’ came the message from home as night closed in? A quiick translation and I realise I have forgotten the bread in the oven! I guess there is an order of importance David, streams and rivers, fairies (shhh..) and small creatures come first…
May your weekend be hilled with hopeless gazing! :-)
Thank you for this magic ride!
Oh, thank you, Liz for coming along. I love that technique you use in "a poem song bridge dance jig wren-trill flight and flow of things from this and other worlds" - reminds me of some of Rody Gorman's intertonguings :-)
I shall have to look for Rody Gorman, though 'intertonguing' sounds a little alarming for this time of the morning!!!
stunning
Thanks, Susan. Kind of you to get back
you have a wonderful gift
The most calming and relatable piece I've read in ages. A balm. Thank you.
That is kind of you, Laura. I'm glad it did something useful out in the word world :-)
The perfect way to start my morning, with talk of winking rivers and dancing mayflies. Thank you. 🙏🏻
Thanks, Alice. And you so close to the water. What a thought.