The best journeys, it seems to me, are the unplanned ones, taken on the spur of the moment, reliant on the benifecence of serendipity. I understand why not everyone who travels would agree with this. For serendipity to work, one must believe in it. Listen for its song. Follow its voice when it calls. One cannot do this if plans are laid down like concrete foundations. Planning must be fluid, flow like a rivulet on a sandy beach, as easily diverted as the whim of a child with a stick.
Tag: British Columbia
An Artistic Encounter With Nature
“Let me paint for you,” she said.
“Ummm, yeah. Yeah!” I stammered as what she was suggesting sank in with increasing gravity.
“Yeah! That would be awesome!”
Tranquility Bay
Tranquility Bay, here.
The Eagle has landed.
The Eagle has landed.
My city fair
There’s a city down to the right
Shrouded in the grey
Below the mountains on the left
Beyond the sea of light
Shrouded in the grey
Below the mountains on the left
Beyond the sea of light
It’s a city fair
A city rare
Which once was quite contrite
The flood
They come trickling in
By ones
By twos
By threes
By fives
By ones
By twos
By threes
By fives
For him
Like a rising tide
They come
In ripples
Grey is Fine for Me
Some prefer the sunshine
The beauty of blue skies
I prefer the subtle
Of atmospheric sighs
The beauty of blue skies
I prefer the subtle
Of atmospheric sighs
Missing the Sun
I live in a rainforest
Clouds and drizzle and downpours
Are my grey life
Clouds and drizzle and downpours
Are my grey life
But every now and again
The sun shines through
For weeks, or months
Ghosts in the Sound
On a day flattened white
By wildfire and sunshine
I go hunting
For ghosts in the Sound
By wildfire and sunshine
I go hunting
For ghosts in the Sound
Wildfire Haze
Wildfire haze
Obscures one beauty
Creates another
Obscures one beauty
Creates another
Smokey atmosphere
Acrid in my nose
Stinging my eyes
Clogging my lungs