Fun & Games, Mindfulness, Poetry

I Went Downtown — TBT

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Photo: from Pixabay

On my way home today, I noticed some children in the school yard, laughing and singing while playing a clapping game in groups of two.  As their happy voices chanted a rhyming song, I was transported back in time (way, way back!) to my own school days, when my friends and I would spend recess jumping rope to a warble of skipping songs.

This is the song that came to mind as I passed by the kids in the playground. Do you remember this skipping chant?

I went downtown to see Mrs. Brown
She gave me a nickel to buy a pickle
The pickle was sour; so I bought a flower
The flower was dead; so I bought some thread;
The thread was thin; so I bought a pin;
The pin was sharp; so I bought a harp;
The harp played:
Johnny by the ocean,
Johnny by the sea,
Johnny broke a bottle and blamed it on me.
I told Ma,
Ma told Pa,
And Johnny got a lickin’, so hahaha!
How many lickins’ did he get — 1, 2, 3, 4…

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Mindfulness Thought

The body heals with play, the mind heals with laughter and the spirit heals with joy.
~ Unknown

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Beauty, Poetry

A Little Poetry on Sunday Night

Magnolia imageThe hour is late on this Sunday evening — time to get ready for sleep. It’s quiet, I’m yawning and looking forward to slipping under the covers and drifting into dreamland.

I have been thinking about poetry a lot these past weeks — it is National Poetry Month, after all! I have been remembering the poems that I read and loved in my younger days. I used to read quite a bit of poetry back then. Hmm… maybe it’s time to get back to this lovely art form.

I’m interested to try some of the trending poetry books out now — Milk and Honey, and The Sun and Her Flowers by Rupi Kaur or The Princess Saves Herself in This One by Amanda Lovelace. Poetry sure seems to be in vogue these days!

But back to my reminiscing. I was remembering the poets I used to read: William Wordsworth, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, William Blake, Carl Sandburg, Christina Georgina Rossetti, e. e. cummings and Emily Dickinson — and thinking about the emotions and thoughts that their poems evoked. So many beautiful poems… some simple and easy, others requiring deeper probing. All of them beautiful in form and sound.

Here is one of my favourites. I think it is appropriate for this time of the year!

May-Flower

Pink, small, and punctual,
Aromatic, low,
Covert in April,
Candid in May,

Dear to the moss,
Known by the knoll,
Next to the robin
In every human soul.

Bold little beauty,
Bedecked with thee,
Nature forswears
Antiquity.

~ Emily Dickinson

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Mindfulness Thought

Sleep is the best meditation. ~ the Dalai Lama

Parks, Poetry

Hello, Spring!

Hyacinths image
The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of hyacinth in bloom!

What better way to welcome Spring, than to take a stroll in a beautiful park? Bear Creek Park is one of my favourite places to walk. Nestled in a wooded area of Surrey, and adjacent to the city’s lovely art centre and theatre, Bear Creek is a year-round destination. Along with a playground, pavilion, sports oval and a privately owned train and mini golf attraction, this gem of a park features resplendent gardens with plant displays that include greenery as well as seasonal flowers.

The gardens are especially gorgeous in the spring and summer when the plants and flowers are at their showy best. But it is lovely to meander through the paths and across the little bridges that overlook the creek any time of the year. Right now, the gardens are awash in vibrant colours and heady scents as the plantings confirm that spring has arrived!

Creek View imageAt the entrance to the Japanese plant display, stands a large piece of raw granite known as Poetry Rock. This art installation, part of the City of Surrey’s civic collection, is engraved with the poem — Mere Water am I — written by renowned Korean-Canadian theologian, Dr. Rev. Byung Sub Van.

Poetry Rock imageThe poem is inscribed on the rock in both English and Korean and symbolizes the universal theme of water in all its forms and pays homage to cultural diversity. Read the English version below:

Mere Water am I

Becoming vapour
cloud
rain drops
returning
Mere water am I

Drop by drop
making streams
flowing to oceans
Mere water am I

Filling a cup for the thirsty
moving factory machines
washing worker mops
then discarded
Mere water am I

Clinging to evening grass
soaking daylight soil
blood of tree roots
seeping deep into earth
buried tributary
of an enduring river
Mere water am I

~ Dr. Rev. Byung Sub Van