Thursday, June 05, 2014

Sea-Notes.

Slowly, slowly, people, we destroyin' an amazing gift, a miracle, yet some can't see. I want to show you this beautiful thing today, World Environment Day, hoping to inspire people to clean up.

From my old home:

Oct. 13, 2013: In the past, they ran and played by the sea, in the open fields, in trees. What will children of the future talk about? "We clicked on websites"?

Sept. 15, 2013: Strolled early on the wall by the sea, and my soul-self frolicked with the waves, rose with the sun and flew with the birds...

August 21, 2013: Switch off light open curtains an’ windows sit in de moonlight feel de sea-breeze listen to de crickets an’ de far off trillin’

Nov. 20, 2013: Why does it matter to me, the health of earth, sky, sea? Because my health depends on it. Yours and your children's well-being too.

Nov. 22, 2013: In a cool, wind-swept verandah by the sea I sit, still, filling my senses with fat, fleecy clouds and rain-washed green leaves.

A brown rose stem pokes thru de ol' almond tree and does a Bollywood move. "Ain't de verandah better than tv?" the cool sea-wind says to me.

Dec. 17 2013: My sun's risen in your far-away sky, and your silver moon's shining in my room tonight, and both say that east and west can meet. 

And the white sugar-cane flower, invisible in the sun, waves her finery like a dancer in the moonlight by the sea, blowing kisses.

In my new home:

Feb. 8 2014: Almost evening, feet on windowsill, sea-wind washes over me, Indian tunes on radio…ahh, life in the tropics, still no proper Internet!

Feb. 14, 2013: Moon's a lamp between two palm trees, lighting de ocean in de east. De silvery water quivers in de high wind, looks like a mermaid’s playground.

Mar. 1, 2014: Me drunk with sea-wind. In background, SarahBrightman singing in Spanish. 

Mar. 5, 2013: They think I'm nuts, a crazy woman begging the sane. "Please don't use pesticide, weedicide, it will pollute the sea, the things we eat."

Mar. 29, 2014: Ay yai yai, glorious sunny day, Brazilians' barbecue wafting up, dry palm fronds swinging in de tree to sea-wind song.

Apr. 5. 2014: Outside, Ocean plays her ancient song of journeys. Inside, Mohammed Rafi on black and white film sings of love and dreams.

Apr. 15, 2014: Verandah view: sea is silk, morning's cool and smells of wood. Some fat flies are trying to spew all over this. Ahh, life in the tropics.

Apr. 18, 2014: De bamboo chimes a-gobblin', de pipe chimes a-clinkin' an de sea's a-soughin', heavin' heavy sighs as cars tear past on de asphalt.

Apr. 19, 2014: Through de kitchen door, de ocean looks heavy and full. So high she is, I look at de ocean eye-to-eye!

Apr. 21, 2014: A garden, fragrant flowers; Irish "auntie" and the whistling doc, bread, jam, juice, sea wind, kites above, laughter from the seawall.

May 3, 2014: My day's begun: watching the foaming on the sea; prayers, three gunshots heard outdoors. And now listening to a Jeffrey Iqbal song

May 9, 2014: ...the sun's risen, is casting golden light on the silver sea. The sea shimmers with such beauty, I can't take it in, I have to look away.

May 16, 2014: If I could weave a hammock today, it would be from the sea today, grey & white and lulling with an old, old song.

May 25, 2014: ...de silver rain and de grey-white sky blend-up mist with de ocean, churnin' milky foam towards land, and I run into de balcony to dream...


13 comments:

Elephant's Child said...

De veranda most definitely IS better than the TV. Always.
And yes, to cherishing nature. Also always.

Glennis said...

We have got to save this planet one person at a time; starting with ourself.

cadiz12 said...

what a beautiful place to live (and to have lived). so sad that the world isn't as invested in protecting it as we should be. :(

Guyana-Gyal said...

Cadiz, when I first came back home after living in the Caribbean, I had to search and search for beauty. I'm glad I did.


Glennis, some people are planning to dig up Virunga Park, one of the oldest parks in Africa...for oil!

Child, I wish everyone thought that.

Stephen Bess said...

It's one of the perks of being an artist. You're constantly searching for the beauty surrounding us.

Keith said...

This is a beautiful planet, but after what "homo stupidus" has done to it we don't deserve to live on it anymore.

Guyana-Gyal said...

Keith, I deserve, I deserve! I want to deserve!
And by the way, were you Yaxlich? I have my suspicions.

Stephen, some writers write only about darkness / the horror of life. I believe that a writer must find a way out of the darkness/horror.

Kim Ayres said...

A sea view - something I've always yearned for.

Had a harbour view once in a fishing town. Could spend hours just looking out the window, watching the hustle-bustle.

But it's the sea that calls. The sea I miss.

Guyana-Gyal said...

Kim, I've read about those harbour-views in fishing-towns and they sound like something I'd enjoy.
The sea-wall's fun too because of the people. Oh, the things I see!
I love sitting on mountain-tops too. And in forests.
You know what would be ideal? A not so high mountain-top surrounded by trees and down below, the sea.

Kwesi said...

Still lyrical I see.

Guyana-Gyal said...

Kwesi, I take that as a HUGE compliment.

Kim Ayres said...

With a mug of really good home-made hot chocolate :)

Guyana-Gyal said...

Kim, that too, is a HUGE compliment.

With ice-cold "swank" when the weather gets too hot - lime, water and sugar.