Yesterday I’ve spent some time visiting my own old entries and even more time feeling disappointed at my current ones. Pang of nostalgia is never a rewarding process. I kind of felt something like regrets for the days gone and entries written…melancholic journey into the past…by the waters of those tears…and then just row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream…needless to say that constant rowing backwards doesn’t create a particular cheerful mood…ok, so I was upset…a bit…and then I’ve remembered an advice I used to give away so freely to whoever needed it:
“don’t cry because its over, smile because it happened”…and so I’m smiling : -)
A joke sent, a wink across the room, a fleeting glance of concerned eyes…there is not much in what we need from time to time to feel better…and sometimes a Mad Hatter’s visit could really save a day…the craziness of the character proved to be the best medicine for mind in sick…By the way, few people today realise that there’s a story of human suffering behind it; the term “mad hatter” actually derives from an early industrial occupational disease. People who made hats were exposed to mercury in the course of their work, and it was thus common for aging hatters to go mad. Whoops…steering the sideways…sorry…what was meant to be said here…is – find someone who looks upset, send them a smile and watch the chain reaction…sometimes this is all that is needed to set the ship to sail…and while we are on the topic of the ships, does anyone knows this beautiful tale of the Scarlet Sails? A novel by Alexander Grin about a little girl named Assol, who meets a wizard one day. He tells her that a ship with red sails will arrive -sometime in the future – to take her away to a new, happy life with a dashing young prince. She holds onto this prediction in spite of taunts and the ridicule of her neighbours. Meanwhile, the son of a local nobleman grows up to become a sea captain and falls in love with Assol. Sure enough, he decides the only way to win her heart is to unfurl red sails and head into port….
It’s a beautiful story of believing in a dream. And there is that touching scene in the end of a fairy tale, when captain meets the girl…
"…Assol shut her eyes tight; then she opened them quickly smiled boldly into his beaming face and said breathlessly: Just as I imagined you…"
What I wanted to say…that sometimes we dream of things so wonderful, that we afraid to believe in them ourselves…yet it could happened Just As We Imagined…I guess, this is a warning to use imagination with cautious…
I hope I imagine something spectacular.
Miss Nibbles
Way back in the 40s there was a song called "Red Sails in the Sunset." I’ve been trying to recall the words, but not all of the come back to me.
Use imagination with caution? I just wish some people would develop some imagination. It’s a lovely world to go to when reality gets too heavy. But only for short stays.
Shalom
Yes! that’s the song. Thanks for supplying the words I couldn’t remember. Of course, now I’m going to have to concentrate on getting the tune out of my head so there’s room for something else. *grin*
Shalom
Intention.. or imagination is the first step to realization!
You are so wise.. and such trivia in your brain..
where do you find all the room??
=)
dreams are so powerful that they cast a spell on our lives and attract events and I really believe that you have to examine an event to find particles of the dream fabric interwoven with it it is not always obvious at first glance
such a variety of entries miss tick