Archive | April 13, 2012

Poetry month – Stevenson – Spring Carol

When loud by landside streamlets gush,
And clear in the greenwood quires the thrush,
With sun on the meadows
And songs in the shadows
Comes again to me
The gift of the tongues of the lea,
The gift of the tongues of meadows.

Straightway my olden heart returns
And dances with the dancing burns;
It sings with the sparrows;
To the rain and the (grimy) barrows
Sings my heart aloud –
To the silver-bellied cloud,
To the silver rainy arrows.

It bears the song of the skylark down,
And it hears the singing of the town;
And youth on the highways
And lovers in byways
Follows and sees:
And hearkens the song of the leas
And sings the songs of the highways.

So when the earth is alive with gods,
And the lusty ploughman breaks the sod,
And the grass sings in the meadows,
And the flowers smile in the shadows,
Sits my heart at ease,
Hearing the song of the leas,
Singing the songs of the meadows.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Lightning and thunder

Usually in temp assignments I’ve had really dark cubicles or out of the way places to sit but for this one I got a window seat. I’m enjoying it way too much except today. I love watching it rain but it’s accompanied by thunder and according to people texting my co-workers the lightning is headed our way. At which point I may have to go somewhere else.

I used to love lightning and thunder. I thought it was great fun until 1977… When I got struck. I was working at a Girl Scout camp up in Big Bear and there was a really dumb counselor playing with her kids in the rain and the thunder and lightning. A bunch of us were in the staff house done for the day and no one would tell the dummy to bring them in out of the storm so I went. I went out to the open high area around the flag pole and leaned on it to yell at her to bring the kids in. She was down below in the parking lot. Dumbest thing I ever did. The lightning struck the pole and travelled down it to me. Threw me about 10 feet away.

I have to say it’s one of the strangest feelings I’ve ever felt. Have you ever dragged your feet out the back of a wagon while someone pulled it down the sidewalk? It’s a weird warm buzzy feeling. Feels like someone covered you in warm fuzz which I suppose is all the hairs standing up and saluting but weird feeling all the same. I remember the feeling and I remember my boss screaming at me for scaring the kids????!!!! But not much else around it. I know I had trouble forming sentences in the correct order for a few weeks and then it went back to normal and for several years I spoonerized words. (spoon·er·ism    /ˈspunəˌrɪzəm/ [spoo-nuh-riz-uhm] noun –the transposition of initial or other sounds of words, usually by accident, as in a blushing crow for a crushing blow. Origin: 1895–1900; after W. A. Spooner (1844–1930), English clergyman noted for such slips; see -ism)

It seems to have affected me sometimes with electricity. I blow lightbulbs and for some reason break all my cell phone chargers. And once after hitting a deer with my car knocked the electrical system out of my car for about a half hour.

I used to want to hide under the bed for years afterward during thunderstorms but while vacationing with a ex in Monument Valley I got cured of that. We were at the camp ground in the valley and almost the only ones there except for 2 French tourists when a storm moved in and spending the night in a camper shell watching it strike the famous thumb buttes was one of the more amazing things I’ve ever witnessed in my life. Truly the word “awesome” was involved.

Now I just get very nervous, like right now when I can see it moving in. It’s almost noon and looks like 4 in the afternoon it’s so dark. I’ve had people tell me I should enjoy Mother Nature’s power because I’m pagan but when it comes to almost being struck again, I can cheerfully say, “BULLSHIT!”because they haven’t been struck.

Whoops! Lightning just went sideways past the window. But the 10th floor seat to watch the weather is pretty fun.