The Sea at Night
The grey sea creeps half-visible, half-hushed,
And grasps with its innumerable hands
These silent walls. I see beyond a rough
Glimmering infinity, I feel the wash
And hear the sibilation of the waves
That whisper to each other as they push
To shoreward side by side, --long lines and dim
Of movement flecked with quivering spots of foam,
The quiet welter of a shifting world.
by Sri Audobindo
This poem, for some reason, reminds me of Singapore. I suppose because we get to see so much of the sea there at night cos it doesn't matter what time or day or night or indeed year it is - you could just go to the sea.
And the nights i have spent walking by the sea. Pacing the shores of the island, like a caged tiger, wondering what lay beyond them. Looking out at the ships in a distance, lining the horizon, and dreaming of the life i might lead beyond the place.
I am in grave danger of romanticising Singapore. Having not been there now for more than a year, i'm beginning to imagine what it is like.
It's been the most beautiful weekend at Castle Espie. The sun and the Green Living Fair meant that every hippy within a 50 mile radius was there. And because hippies tend to reproduce, it was also coming down with children. We were able to ensconce ourselves there for two days. The weather was amazing, consequently i was too can't be arsed to take out my camera. But you must believe when i say that it was the tail end of the warmest, most appreciated five days - everyone was in a festivally mood and on their very bestest form.
So over the next hour or so i'll be doing school stuff and then i'll be going to sleep at about four. Nothing unusual there. I've already slept for three hours and so am pretty alright. Peter has offered to take a lead with the kids this weekend. If he took them to Donegal it would mean that i'd get some cleaning done. And if the weather is good, it also means that gardening will also be in order...i'm so looking forward to a bit of time for myself and myself.
And grasps with its innumerable hands
These silent walls. I see beyond a rough
Glimmering infinity, I feel the wash
And hear the sibilation of the waves
That whisper to each other as they push
To shoreward side by side, --long lines and dim
Of movement flecked with quivering spots of foam,
The quiet welter of a shifting world.
by Sri Audobindo
This poem, for some reason, reminds me of Singapore. I suppose because we get to see so much of the sea there at night cos it doesn't matter what time or day or night or indeed year it is - you could just go to the sea.
And the nights i have spent walking by the sea. Pacing the shores of the island, like a caged tiger, wondering what lay beyond them. Looking out at the ships in a distance, lining the horizon, and dreaming of the life i might lead beyond the place.
I am in grave danger of romanticising Singapore. Having not been there now for more than a year, i'm beginning to imagine what it is like.
It's been the most beautiful weekend at Castle Espie. The sun and the Green Living Fair meant that every hippy within a 50 mile radius was there. And because hippies tend to reproduce, it was also coming down with children. We were able to ensconce ourselves there for two days. The weather was amazing, consequently i was too can't be arsed to take out my camera. But you must believe when i say that it was the tail end of the warmest, most appreciated five days - everyone was in a festivally mood and on their very bestest form.
So over the next hour or so i'll be doing school stuff and then i'll be going to sleep at about four. Nothing unusual there. I've already slept for three hours and so am pretty alright. Peter has offered to take a lead with the kids this weekend. If he took them to Donegal it would mean that i'd get some cleaning done. And if the weather is good, it also means that gardening will also be in order...i'm so looking forward to a bit of time for myself and myself.
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