Sunday, November 18, 2007



Maybe I have to change my mind about November. There have been some pretty marvelous days in this year's, like today. Cold though!. The old winter coat is revisited again. Had that thing for near twenty years. Bought it for 35 dollar at Bargain Harold's, way back then. It's warm, washable, and comfortable. It outlasted several other winter coats.

Did a long Simon walk, this morning. I just came home. Walked along the Conostogo Parkway Trail, all the way to the hydro pole tower and back. Sun, blue skies, pure white clouds, pretty birds flitting by, layers of golden leafs to shuffle your feet through. Many of them still cling to their trees.

I was thinking about Larry's latest blog posts. Wars, fears, unbearably stupid politics, gullibility... and it was so strange thinking about all that horror, walking so peacefully along, feeling happy, on a beautiful day in nature. And it is not just a today thing. Things don't change, don't really get better, when you really think about it. I thought about, and went back, to my very first book of poems, I put together in a dummy book, to a poem written in February 1968, when my English was still pretty iffy.

Passing Shadows

I'm free to roam around the fields,
To greet the golden sun,
To touch a flow'r along my path
To see a fast stream run.
To listen to the whisp'ring winds.
To hear a birdy tweet:
I'm free to fill my heart with joy
To shy a poison weed.

I'm happy on a hearty walk,
I feel like nature's child, I skip, I dance, I twirl, I sing,
And let myself run wild.
I like to think that this is it,
The sun, this land, no more.
But elsewhere in this wond'rous world
They fight an ugly war.

To just believe that life is good,
That somewhere 'long the line,
All people get an even chance,
For deep felt joy like mine...!
But there, I know this is not so,
And on me creeps a guild
That I should go without a care
While others live in filth.

I guess that was the Vietnam War?

Thinking about the situations in the world, and even just in Canada, enjoying my morning walk with Simon, I felt the irony again, I felt guilty for feeling so good. And then I wondered, which I do so often,
why I always seem to be in the good part of the world. Well yes, I experienced the Second world War. And it was scary. But for the rest of my life, in Holland as well as in Canada, war always seems to be elsewhere.

Our democracies are far from perfect. Big Brother is really watching us. The creep! But somehow, here in our part of the world, compared to Iraq and Afghanistan, and so, it is more peaceful.

And I wondered if it maybe has to do with the richer Western countries, money wise, (not wise as in wisdom) where people can live better, eat better, that it is relatively more peaceful. Although there is a lot of road rage and so...

I don't know. Again, the best thing I know what to do about it myself, is what I am doing. Stay out of the system as much as I can, do the best I can, and hope for the best.

It's a perfect day today, to me. I am eating the last piece of my halloween pumpkin done up in the oven, along with some carrots and potato's topped with cheese, Simon lazing about outside, talking to passers by, Yona fast asleep in a secret place, and soon my gang coming over and going for supper to Haysville.

This post is really a reaction to Larry's Mental blog postings. Wild thing cannot communicate with Larry on Larry's blog. Somehow she cannot get comments published on it. An old problem persisting from one computer to another.

Wild Thing


Anonymous said...

Nice, WT. I did read your posting - no comments this moment - I'm too tired from mulching leaves - but not tired to read... just too tired to comment!

All the best!

Anonymous said...

's ok xena. Raking & mulching leaves is very important. A good thing to do for healing the Earth. A lot of work. A good tiredness. A good workout. Lots of fresh air. Wild Thing is honoured that you weren't too tired to read and let her know you did.

Wild thing has been depressed for a while, and wrote two poems about her frustration and lack of drive. The poems helped,even though they didn't make it to the editing circle. Wild thing feels creative again. Is in a much better place.

Is good too. Fom her candle light room, with fountains singing, Enya's voice enchanting her, and an 'after Nigel's work' dinner together, she had to do a co-op unit inspection, and met with unorganized disorder, among members, critisism, anger, dissatisfaction,etc. None of it aimed at her personally, but very disheartening that even in an only 40 unit housing co-op, there is back-stabbing, bullying, and no respect and no peace to be found.

Glad to be back in my own little paradize. After this little talk I go for an hours swim, and hopefully after that will still have energy to do a bit of potting. My plan for today was to make another goblet on the wheel. But after Simon's walk,I had a very pleasant lunch with a friend, on impulse, and got unexpected company for afternoon tea. So, so far the goblet had to wait. Maybe even 'till tomorrow. And that's OK too.

Wild thing made a very neat collage of pictures of wild beasts, like lion, elephant, hyena, bear, etc. She will be pleased to show off to anyone who cares to come and see.