Muses & Myst

I want to say something about Shakespeare.  I don't know literature of all the world, except for some classics - and to read the translations of classic works is great but...definitely something is lost that way and no matter how good the translation, the words don't flow like they do in the original language.

I like English literature because of the infinite possibilities of lost knowledge regarding advanced civilizations...the Battle of the Trees is not just a fable imo, it is the basis of alphabet, which is the result of symbols and icons, which is the result of something even more fabulous and so on...and so on...into infinity.

Shakespeare was Edward de Vere, 17th Earl of Oxford, a brilliant man...and way back in my college years I was convinced he wrote "Shakespeare's" works.  The movie "Anonymous", recently in theatres, tells the story in a very clear way.  How could the real William Shakespeare, a miller with illiterate daughters, have come up with such great works about specific places like Verona and France when he hadn't even been there?  There are scenes in Romeo and Juliet based on events in Edward de Vere's life.

My train of thought here is...why do people flock to Shakespeare's cottage in the Midlands, England when all this info is at their fingertips via the internet?  Here's why imo...people want to believe in the wrong kind of fairy tales.  Yes, there is art in science, and science in magic...these are the really mindblowing true fairytales, not the prevailing myth of who wrote some of the greatest works of English Lit!!!

Also, with all this info via the internet and the speed of communication, why are the world probs so huge?  They shouldn't be...it's not like we're sending a letter by pony express, then onto a ship for two weeks, then by horse and carriage to the authorities.  This all blows my mind.

Anyway I can't think about this today, I'll think about it tomorrow...in the words of  Scarlett O'Hara in "Gone With the Wind."  I just want to enjoy my summer, my beach, my garden, my life with true thoughts of love and happiness.  That's basically all we have...today, tonight.  Future is an illusion and the past does not exist except in our creative minds and kind memories.  Myst and mystery.  The story is in the mist of yesteryear.

Looking forward to my illusions lol!  And the baseball tournament - see previous blog!  Here are pics of some of lovely flowers in my garden...a favorite of mine, Beauty of Peru or called 4 O'Clocks with their heavenly sweet perfume as blooms open late afternoon or early evening.  Good night, sweet prince and princess of darkness, with love.

Baseball at the border

I feel happy and optimistic - this is the way I like to be, it's healthy.  More and more I'm gaining perspective of what's happened and what will be - in ways that make sense to me.  What a beautiful day - I have to add one more photo of my beach although I've posted the scene in other blogs...today was perfect and the cellphone pic doesn't do it justice - sand is lighter.  I was on my pink floatie daydreaming, going for swims...just a couple of people way down the shore, soft waves, and seagulls.  A blue dragonfly landed on my knee while I floated and we went to shore together.  I wrote poetry while I sat on the beach - this is the view around 4pm this aft.

On Labour Day long weekend starting Friday end of August I'm going to a border town in B.C. where there's a baseball tournament - should be relaxing casual fun to be a spectator. I know some people in Christina Lake, no - actually not in the lake ha ha but they have a cabin at the lake.  The baseball happens in a town with Forks in the name - just like the town in the famous series "Twilight" except this town has a Grand in front and....and interestingly - Christina Lake is halfway between Sandpoint and my home town in the Okanagan Valley, almost exactly!  Sandpoint is where I went in June with my Mom.  She'll be with me at the games, too, some of them anyway.  Other people I know will be there and hopefully someone who reads this may think, hey, what a good sporting easy way to spend the Labour (or Labor if you're American) Day weekend - just low key games in a quiet border town with a big sparkling lake and resort down the road!

This is still two weeks away but I'm really anticipating a fun time...as for now the weather is like a dream, hot and blue skies every day after day, warm evenings with a fan blowing slightly less warm air, like at this moment as I post my blog.

I'll probably post again before I go... know yer always welcome, a pardner in sports is always good company, jest kick off the boots and set a spell!!  Fine down home cookin' is in local eateries and the rivers join, clean & fresh in this country town, GF.

Seafaring weekend

My previous post was almost a month ago - all is well.  I picked cherries for the last time at my sister's place - one of her fruit trees.  She would have loved to know the place is sold to a family with two young children.  I picked cherries at my Mom's friend's house on another day in mid July.  The ladies are in their mid 80's and they can't climb the ladders.  Those were enjoyable perfect summer days.  I picked raspberries and late peas at my friend's 10 acre farm one afternoon.  She & I had a fun time talking among the rows as we harvested. I'm swimming in the lake every sunny day.  Here's a self portrait I took in my bedroom July 13th cuz in below pic by ferry my shirt is bagged out hence the puffy look!

Last weekend, the BC day holiday I went to Victoria with my Mom & only living sister & bro-in-law, & my cousin.

The above pic is me at Tsawwassen Quay, Vancouver, waiting for the ferry.
We went to spread my deceased sister's ashes on the ocean in the Victoria harbour.  Many years ago she went to university in that city and started her teaching career on Vancouver Island. There were 8 of us including her two children in their 20's & my nephew's girlfriend plus the captain on that little ferry trip. Weather was cloudless and lovely all weekend - the ceremony was peaceful and beautiful.  My sister's funeral was at the end of March and this trip seemed so final, such closure as I watched her ashes float in swirling patterns with our roses of many different colors strewn on the water.

The above pic is me at the little harbour ferry waiting to board with the family in Victoria.  Below is one of our roses floating on the ocean with her ashes.  A final good-bye, sister.  I can see how air, fire, water, and earth are all together with her - and she is part of the elements - free.

I wrote something on July 15th when I was at the beach looking at sparse white cloud formations, over two weeks before this trip and I'm going to include these words in this blog tonight. I'm awake late at night in a warm upstairs bedroom with my fan blowing cool air.  I don't use air conditioning - didn't grow up with it and I try to help the environment. I love summer nights with my dreams of love and my guiding inspirations.

White Dog

Spiral dancers.  They curve to me,

Their wings caress my sweet breeze.

They could be angels –

No haste, no planning,

I can’t plot my course –

Well aware best schemes

Often go awry.

No mad scramble to rise above.

I’m fledgling number 9

In a cool pool of predators –

I’m out here in the open,

Above me an unclipped white poodle,

Paws at a door in the sky.

He’s breaking free like Superman

From a crowd.

I understand his desperation

And survival instinct.

It could be me up there.