I've used this before. I love it. I love the idea of being made of stardust with a soul of flame. Thankful for my friends who keep me glowing and being.
I never quite understood the word 'mock'. Why try to be something you are not? Mocking birds, Mock Turtle Soup, and Mock Orange.
I've never tried the soup before. I am not sure I could. The mock version attempts to duplicate green turtle soup. One of those tastes I believe I could forgo in this lifeline! Although, I did giggle when researching the ingredients. It appears it is made from organ meat or brains (hoof or head of a calf--I didn't know hooves were organ meat).
The flower above is Mock Orange. It is native to the NW and is 'under-used' in gardening. It is a lovely bush with fragrant flowers. Not only is this the state flower of Idaho, it was apparently discovered by Lewis and Clark. It is one of the several plants I hauled around from the Oregon coast. It never did much over there. It seems to like it better in the East.
Mockingbirds have incredible voices, they mimic and learn many different kinds of sounds. They are pretty to listen to and look at. Yet, they are mean invaders. They (as well as cowbirds) lay eggs in other nests and the offspring often takes over and becomes the sole nestling. (and why are starlings so evil????)
The craziest thing about all these 'not' things is how they are real in their own place. Thinking about how many people am not makes me realise who I am!
“..imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.” Lewis Carroll.
In the musical ‘Mary Poppins,’ Michael visits the bank with his dad. The bankers try to get Michael’s tuppence. Dick Van Dyke and his cronies sing about how important it is to invest in their bank. To be a part of plantations of tea and ships on the sea and so much more. Michael wants to use it to feed the birds. One of the characters shouts, ‘All you’ll get is fat birds!’ Michael grabs his tuppence and runs away to do something he feels is more important. It is not giant financial gain, but pleasure and happiness.
You can use both of these together with people. You can put tiny moments on top of each other to build up a greater relationship or scatter those small bits into lives like embers. They will glow and grow and bring light into the world. Investing in people. What an beautiful concept!
I look at myself and see a savings account. Withdrawals are made often to help those ships and plantations, yet for the most part I sit in the bank accruing the 3 cents a month interest. Every so often, it is noticed the account is dwindling and a portion is added. It is almost enough to keep the account active and open. Although, as I reflect on what a friend shared, I am old enough and have been married long enough to be an endowment. (NOTE: the friend did not call me old!!) I’m still safe in the bank, but I’ve got a special name. The interest is used for the good of the family, yet the principle is never touched. Sometimes when things are really good, deposits are made to help out. More than 80% of the additional investments are from outside donations. I sincerely appreciate those, I’d fall into severe depreciation without them. I truly love fat birds!
Another of my favorite songs from Xanadu. Beautiful chords and lovely lyrics.
I often hear words, and especially names, as something with shape and color. This survey marker is what one man's named reminds me of. He's gone now, but he was strong, sturdy, a part of the land, and not beautiful. Another friend's name is made of dark smooth wood. Silky and sensuous. Oddly, this person's name is one other friend has as well. Yet, this person's name, although dark, is warm, thick fabric.
I am not sure if I mention this in 'Tween the Lions'. I may have. It is fun to imagine color and shape and texture into words. Not everyone is seen this way, but it happens often. I am smiling as I imagine some of my friend's names.
I'll have to look and see if I wrote about this sort of thing before! It was inspired by a prompt on gratitude. The prompt was texture and it reminded me of the things of texture I appreciate.
J.M. Barrie was born on May 9th. He gave so many literary works to the world, yet he is most famous for the story he made of a boy who never grew up. Lesser known is giving the world the name of Wendy. The name "was inspired by a young girl who called Barrie "Friendy", but could not pronounce her Rs very well."
The story of Peter Pan would not be without Tinkerbell. Tink, to me, was always an absolute BRAT. Yet, incredibly endearing. So, I have always believed along with Barrie that, “When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.”
Thank you, Mr. Barrie, for sending us to 'the second star to the right, and straight on til morning.'
(I know, this should be in 'Tween the Lions...but I wanted it here!)
This struck me. I often am stuck in a routine and I must admit, I like it. I like things to be fair and mostly organised. I like order and patterns (I cannot stand math). Yet, routine is dangerous. Ruts are frightening to climb out of. They are safe and comfortable compared to the bumpy ascent to the top.
Therein lies the problem. Safe and comfortable. In one of my favorite books "Daddy-Long-Legs", Judy realises the biggest problem at the John-Grier Orphanage was boredom. Even when the shed near the building caught fire, it barely interrupted their night!
People need variety to grow. We need stimuli from friends, books, experiences, and whatever else to become better people. Being locked in a view point or place is deadly. You forget who you can become and you lose yourself in the monotony of existing.
I am fortunate for people who help me learn new things and communicate ideas and experiences. Friends like these are not a dime a dozen. They are special persons breaking down walls and extending helping hands to get out of those ruts! Keep an eye out in your own spaces for these important souls, when you find one...Grow!
I grew up in Alaska, went to college in Portland, OR and ended up on the coast for 17 years before moving East. Am interested in many different things and am looking forward to sharing them with you!