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Monday, November 12, 2007
From the Dorothy in me
"Somewhere over the rainbow,
Way up high
There's a land that I heard of,
Once, in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow,
Skies are blue.
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true."
Last week, I learnt three things.
1. Nature gets more and more beautiful each day. The grasslands of the Serengiti, the woodlands of Corbett, the cashew and mango orchards of Torda, the eucalyptus covered Queensland bush, the pine walled Alps and the chinar lined foothills of the Himalayas, I had found them all breathtaking. Till I met the Birks of Aberfeldy, Loch Tay, Glen Lyon and Ben Lawers. In autumn. White, yellow, orange, russet, red, green, purple, brown. Nothing can be more beautiful than nature.
2. Preparation of any kind happens quite fast. Mixing, mashing, churning, just a couple of hours. Fermenting it however, now that takes a little longer. And then, distilling out the essence of whatever it is you want to say or do - that takes quite a few days. How strange that we tend to spend more time preparing and much less distilling, when we should be doing the opposite. And then finally of course, the maturing - slow and gentle, requiring just the right environment, and time, plenty of time. Sometimes even 30 years, standing still in one place, mellowing down to an ageless spirit.
3. History is always written in stone. Always.
I hope you like my little rainbow - he appeared outside the windows of our wooden log cabin in Aberfeldy last Wednesday, bringing with him dreams that I now must dare to make true.
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Nature.Autumn.Colors.
Mixing. Feremnting. Distilling. Maturing.
Life is beautiful!
thats a beautiful photograph.
apart from being most beautiful and most powerful, nature is a great teacher too. for the most dificult problems of any apsect, one just has to turn to nature for answers. for examnple, a river is always flowing but its always there. a beautiful lesson in personal philosophy.
good to have you back!
cheers!
m
oh lynn i completely completely understand where u're coming from ....ur piece is as lyrical as the land...u have more guts than anyone i know..so make the dreams happen
thanks svety, highland scotland was truly heaven on earth, though i quite liked dundee and edinburgh too. as for my dreams, yes i do have the knack of doing the craziest things, don't i :-). glad you liked the post.
even i'm surprised at missing the second learning...a complete mindskip. perhaps, its because i'm relishsing the Irish sorts (Jameson) these days :)
oh no meraj, it's because the bells are ringing in your head:-)))
:)
i love your rainbow! and the texture of these thoughts...
Hi Lynn, the pic of the rainbow evokes memories of a long past childhood, when I first glimpsed a rainbow, on an evening, just after it drizzled. the rainbow spread glorious on the eastern sky and a smiling sun dipping in to the horizon on the west. how enchanted was the child by that sight! and still is!
may your dreams turn real!
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