When I think of ripples I
think of water and time. I envisage waves and motion. I have always loved waves
and I always will. I grew up with the sound of them pounding the beach and
washing the sand.
They lulled me to sleep.
I learned to swim not very
long after I learned to walk. I splashed and floundered and then eventually began
to swim in the green blue oceans of my homeland of Australia.
My dad taught me.
My love of the sea is as deep
as these waters.
It is deeper.
Ripples conjure up images of
those perfect concentric circles that spread out when you cast a pebble into a
pond. Those hoops and loops that are dispersed in still waters are beautiful. I
don't really know why but they touch and move me and they sometimes inspire me.
I have always liked echoes
too. They are ripples of sound. I find noise bouncing back and reverberating
quite magical and mystical and enchanting.
Echoes often make me laugh.
The wonderful Indian writer
Rabindrinath Tagore wrote:
"These paper boats of
mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours and not reach any
destination".
Tagore won the Noble prize
for literature in the early 1900's and he danced with words.
He made them sing.
We make our own ripples in
life - I discovered this a long time ago. Our every actions are like those
circles that are created when we drop that pebble into the pond or when we
shout into a valley and our voices boom back at us. These waves spread and
disperse and they collide and distort. They impact like actions and reactions
and they cause and effect.
Ripples and waves and echoes
bouncing around delight me.
They really do.
Kindness and cruelty create
ripples and love does too. These are waves of emotions. They are strong ones
that are powerful forces.
Like echoes they reverberate
and jounce and they reflect. They define who we really are.
They move and resound and
they resonate.
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