are predicted in its bloom. And another, a rose, a new addition she selected recently while out with Christina, who I met 50 years ago and agreed to accept as my sister by mutual adoption. Norma chose her rose:
A calm female voice replied, "Why do you think that?
I stammered, "I...I was a child. I sneaked and sampled wine from barrels in my grandparents' walkout basement and saw something like this on the ground."
"Aw mal Nino, all law, even the the law of nature, is hard as diamond until something strikes a stress-point and it goes to pieces."
"But to what purpose?" I asked, and heard tinkling laughter, the tintinnabulation of tiny bells.
"I am Earth, Geo., I am Gaia, an expression of the universe. I can only display beauty in tolerable amounts."
"Please, Gaia, please tell me more," I said. To which she answered:
"Oh, I'm done talking about it. Let's Dance!
Just dance."
Gaia is under-rating her charms. Her beauty is immense.
ReplyDeleteIndeed! Our inability to comprehend it all in one lifetime is a good argument for a hereafter.
DeleteA fabulous articulation of Autumn! I shall be dancing round my garden any minute now :-)
ReplyDeleteMy own contribution has slowed to a waltz in recent years, but I'll try to keep up.
DeleteA tintinnabulation...now that's a word with a good beat that you can dance to.
ReplyDeleteIt's definitely a word that could have held its own on "American Bandstand". Dick Clark would have loved it!
DeleteI think Gaia treated you to an excellent show.
ReplyDeleteGaia is full of life unfolding, I'll never get her limits.
DeleteI must confess to experiencing a sense of relief, dude. I read your comment on someone else's blog (Don't ask me which one!) in which you said something about having written a post about a slug. Now, I'm not a big fan of slugs... or maggots... or leeches. They all share a common ICK factor for me. Nonetheless, I came to your blog, secure in the belief that if anyone could write an endearing post about a (shudder) slug, you could.
ReplyDeleteSo I'm smiling. Surprise! No slugs. Your salute to autumn is terrific. :) The mum is particularly beautiful. I haven't seen any of them in bloom around here yet, but it's starting to FEEL a bit more like fall, anyway, so the drive to dance should be starting any day now.
Thanks, Susan! It's an autumn feeling that calms us every year. You didn't find my (2012) post about slugs because, of course, "Slug" would be an awful title and turn readers away. Being a sensitive dude myself, I titled the post "SNOT".
DeleteGo see:https://trainrideoftheenigmas.blogspot.com/2012/10/snot.html#comment-form
HA! Of course, you're right. "Snot" is a MUCH better title. Now that I've read it again, I remember it, and the comment I gave then still applies. Only YOU could write an entertaining post about snot and slugs. :)
DeleteDon't like that spinning feeling.......what with the Earth rotating on its axis and circling the sun it's a wonder we're not all dizzy. As for the laws of Nature...like all things....there are exceptions to the rules.
ReplyDeleteAgreed, Delores. I find concentrating on one true fixed point in the chaotic universe, like the Internal Revenue Service, helps minimize dizziness.
DeleteFocusing on the IRS may induce nausea.
DeleteYes, it has reliably done so thus far --an unfortunate focal point on my part. Suggestions?
DeleteThe Autumnal Dance is a gentle, appealing, intentionally intoxicating slow step - - one that I can safely indulge in without an abundance of vertigo....
ReplyDelete....unless it is accompanied by wine...
Couldn't agree more, Jon. Considering the gentle opinions in comments so far, I believe we have a dance.
DeleteTintinabullation! One of my wife's favorite words. I like the Guatemala city: Chichicastenango.
ReplyDeleteChichicastenango? city of nettles. I love the word --it has such energy and rhythm! Thanks for a new favorite.
DeleteYou are helping to usher in Autumn with beautiful color and words that dance off the screen.
ReplyDeleteDear Tom, as a fellow Californian you know Autumn needs all the help it can get this year. I know you're doing your part too!
DeleteWhat a beautiful rose with a lovely name . . . no wonder you got dizzy after seeing it and the mum one after another. I think dancing would tend to exacerbate the dizziness, but maybe it depends on how many twirls are involved.
ReplyDeleteAs one who has danced with Sufis, I can attest they are a tolerant sect when it came to me sitting out the twirls. Re: "The Poet's Wife" --that is a relatively new offering from David Austin, and Norma was keen for its distinctive yellow blossom. Mr. Austin is still a young gardener at 91 years old, and has his son to assume the rigors of a world of orders. The mum is local, an old friend in our yard and (Oh Boy!) are we ever ready for autumn weather.
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