Saturday, February 28, 2009

It seems like yesterday....


Once upon a time, when our family was almost new, Soe Woe and I went to pick up Hannah and Emi from their school, the Equinox School, up in Dorset Hollow in Southern Vermont. The school was started by a handful of parents who were looking for something exceptional for our children. We found it on our back doorstep, among our own friends, with the leadership of Ron Reuben, headmaster extraordinaire. We loved all the teachers. We loved the daily ebb and flow of the teaching program. We absogoshdarnlutely loved each other. Soe couldn't wait to join the gang in the following school year. She couldn't wait to learn those circle song-games like "Oats, Peas, Beans, and Barley Grow", and "Go In and Out The Windows". Dawn Pliner, the mother of her very mostest best friend, Aura~Joy, would be her Kindergarten teacher. And then, just like that, we were gone. Gone from all that we held near and dear. Sadly, we took all the sheep up to live with the John Thorssin family up in the Hollow. We packed up our meagre belongings in the U~Haul, and we were gone. Goodbye house and barn. Goodbye dear ones. Goodbye Equinox School. Goodbye Mach's Market. Goodbye Mill Pond and ducks.
Hello Boothbay Harbour, hello home-schooling, hello new world and new friends...but the sadness of leaving Vermont is engraven on our hearts forever. It was April 17th 1985: Soe's 5th birthday...

Sunday, February 22, 2009

So, here's the orignal...

LEISURE ... by William H. Davies

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep and cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait 'til her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this, if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.

With sincere apologies to WH Davies...

What is this life if, when cobwebs clog,

We have no time to sit and blog.

No time to gaze into our dreams

And write, contented, near the streams.

No time to see, when snowflakes fall,

The stately pines, majestic, tall.

No time to share the beauty found

Along the woodland's mossy ground.

No time to wait, to linger long,

To hear the earth's sweet, mirthful song.

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stop and stare.