When I think
of ripples I think of water and time and 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 learned 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 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 cause and effect.
Ripples and waves
and echoes bouncing around delight me.
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 who we are.
They move and
resound and they resonate.
Your writing is very beautiful. It makes me laugh and cry and I read it everyday. When will we be able to buy your book and where from? I live in Canada
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