today’s flag, the Scots pine Pinus sylvestris
its not like i could put a favorite rating on trees as they’re all wonderful, nevertheless, this one’s close to my heart.
generally speaking, i’m not a fan of flags. however, i like things that flap around in the wind… and have been working on a small series of wind-flappers that have no national, regional or societal connotations but instead are an attempt to, and this is a big word, to glorify nature. here’s the Rainbow flag.
“A young nymph loved by Poseidon. One day the god said he would give Caenis anything she wanted in token of his affection. She asked to be changed into a man, and an invulnerable fighter at that. Although this was the last thing Poseidon had expected or wished to hear, he obliged, and Caenis became Caeneus.
Under her – or rather his – new name, Caeneus became a great warrior and got so carried away with his prowess that he walked into the middle of town one day and propped up his spear in the marketplace.
“From now on, everybody,” said Caeneus, “you will worship my spear as a god.”
oh, boy ! there’s no way that’s going to turn out well for the pompous, spear-weilding, newly-named Caeneus trans.
click here for the rest on Mythweb.com, enjoy !
Carolyn Gold Heilbrun‘s quote always makes me chuckle when i think about what to do with my own body.
completely indecisive between having med students slice, prod and pry or, having to put the burden on someone to go dump my ashes in some river that could probably do without having any more crap dumped into it, i guess the subject will require a bit more stream-side thought but in the meantime and with my donor card safely tucked away, i’ll contemplate this kind of ash instead.
and heaven in a wild flower ～William Blake
i’d be inclined to say that sand and heaven don’t exist but i’ve had enough sand in my swim trunks to know that its not some novel concept. i could go on to say that i’ve had heaven in my swimming trunks too but there’s no rash to prove it, besides, that’s a really boring topic that distracts from this lovely wild yellow Iris that lives its beautiful life on the banks of river Clyde, Scotland.
it didn’t get anywhere near my swim trunks but i still think its heaven.
‘Will he hook up, take yet another coffee break or maybe make a nice tailing loop the whole herd can laugh at ?’
who knows what cows think and i’m not going to put too much thought into it (ok, i probably jinxed myself there… ) so for now i’ll just remember this as another one of those unexpected visual treats that pops up now and again on days by the water. Scotland, it’s such a special place.
Bubbles reminded me of being a little kid in the local lake just sitting there, feeling the water, head just above the surface blowing little bubbles because blowing little bubbles is tingly, they make a heck of a lot more noise underwater than above and it just feels good and exciting.
he didn’t actually say it but it was implied by his stature and presence. his good mojo helped me catch three gorgeous jewel-like brown trout in the tiny mountain brook not five metres behind me but the best part was a comment from a lady that walked by as i was taking his photo; “This one’s funny, it looks just like my husband’s…….. “ and walked away hands over mouth with what i thought i saw as a little blush.
a nice, vibrating little chance encounter that changed the tone to the outing for the rest of the afternoon. nice.