MYSTERY CYCLE
V. Making Waves
V. Making Waves
for Emily
and Ian and their Dad – 20 October 2000
It’s your turn,
a heavenly voice said,
then a tremendous tickle ran out through the clouds,
followed by jiggling rolls escaping into snickers,
and pealing positively gales on gales of giggles
until, finally, there wasn’t anything for it,
and the clouds burst into laughter,
what you call rain.
a heavenly voice said,
then a tremendous tickle ran out through the clouds,
followed by jiggling rolls escaping into snickers,
and pealing positively gales on gales of giggles
until, finally, there wasn’t anything for it,
and the clouds burst into laughter,
what you call rain.
Drop upon drop,
from small to large, both young and old,
they all fell down akimbo,
tumbling from the sky,
collecting, drunkenly you might say,
in puddles to pools to rivulets to streams,
finally running like great silver ribbons to the sea.
from small to large, both young and old,
they all fell down akimbo,
tumbling from the sky,
collecting, drunkenly you might say,
in puddles to pools to rivulets to streams,
finally running like great silver ribbons to the sea.
I can’t remember,
One asked an-Other, still giggling the tickle,
I say, what was the joke?
but Any-one would have been too wet to answer,
though really No-one heard clearly enough to say,
and Every-one was wondering what would happen next,
so, if there was a reply, who could say if it was made,
and whether by Which-one,
or not?
One asked an-Other, still giggling the tickle,
I say, what was the joke?
but Any-one would have been too wet to answer,
though really No-one heard clearly enough to say,
and Every-one was wondering what would happen next,
so, if there was a reply, who could say if it was made,
and whether by Which-one,
or not?
But Some-one was able to hold the thought long enough
and, floating up through the lovely bubbles to the surface,
called out to friend Sky for the answer.
and, floating up through the lovely bubbles to the surface,
called out to friend Sky for the answer.
A, Darling, did they not tell you long ago?
It’s your turn to have fun!
It’s your turn to have fun!
They gather you all up into their arms,
lulling you with sweetest windsongs
from all the Four Corners of existence,
and when it is your time,
they shake you loose
to join the great throng,
so you can be free.
lulling you with sweetest windsongs
from all the Four Corners of existence,
and when it is your time,
they shake you loose
to join the great throng,
so you can be free.
But what shall we do?
asked the littlest drop.
asked the littlest drop.
Moon shimmered a silken answer:
Dearest, anything you do will make me smile,
but why don’t you make me some waves?
Dearest, anything you do will make me smile,
but why don’t you make me some waves?
So, laughing and shoving all the more,
fumbling and recklessly tumbling,
all heels over heads toward the shores
and to the utter delight of all,
they did.
fumbling and recklessly tumbling,
all heels over heads toward the shores
and to the utter delight of all,
they did.
Reprinted from
“Songs of A Soul Journey” by Elisabeth T. Eliassen © 2002 all rights reserved.
“Songs of A Soul Journey” by Elisabeth T. Eliassen © 2002 all rights reserved.
It has been a rainy year, and so, on this anniversary of the
birth of my twins, Emily and Ian, I bring you the message that life is wild,
wet, wooly, weird and wonderful. Punctuated by hard times, yes; but even so,
still the best game in town.
I, who declared at the age of 12 or so that I would never
have children, gave birth to twins on this day, 17 years ago -- which is to say that one can make all the bold pronouncements one likes, but the cosmos has other ideas...
From wombmates to roommates to housemates,
they have shared so much with us and each other…
So, to Emily and Ian, (and to all of you) I say:
Keep jiggling the rolls and giggling the tickles,
because it’s
your turn to have fun;
it's all about making waves!
~ love,
Mom
