{"id":1830,"date":"2013-12-04T02:51:00","date_gmt":"2013-12-04T02:51:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/?p=1830"},"modified":"2026-01-15T17:15:54","modified_gmt":"2026-01-15T17:15:54","slug":"sea-dreams","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/?p=1830","title":{"rendered":"Sea Dreams…."},"content":{"rendered":"

I know it’s December and yes many are looking at a winter escape. Several bloggers have posted about the sea in warmer climes. Their posts have been about children in bathing suits enjoying the water, the sand and the sun.<\/p>\n

Caro Ness<\/a> wrote a wonderful poem about the seaside and Muriel Jacques<\/a> posted about a friend’s photography exhibition “Teal.” Named so, because many of her pictures involved shots of the mediterranean. I couldn’t help thinking of a poem I posted a few years ago by e.e. cummings. Here it is again.<\/p>\n

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\nmaggie and milly and molly and may<\/b><\/div>\n
\nmaggie and milly and molly and may
\nwent down to the beach(to play one day)<\/p>\n

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
\nso sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and<\/p>\n

milly befriended a stranded star
\nwhose rays five languid fingers were;<\/p>\n

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
\nwhich raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and<\/p>\n

may came home with a smooth round stone
\nas small as a world and as large as alone.<\/p>\n

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
\nit’s always ourselves we find in the sea <\/div>\n

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As simple as the poem seems to be, it says so much. Think of being one with a stone as large as alone, or hearing the siren’s song in a seashell and maybe feeling the mystery of<\/span> <\/span><\/span><\/span>the universe in a starfish. There is something incredibly compelling about the sea. Its<\/span> <\/span>vastness consumes us and in a way, we come to see how finite we really are and how trivial <\/span> <\/span>our material acquisitions and desires may be. Better perhaps to collect, stars, songs and <\/span> <\/span>stories, or the spirits that inhabit our environs, then to pursue those material comforts, which <\/span>will never endure and too often lose their appeal, once purchased.<\/span><\/div>\n


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\nTime, maybe, to lose ourselves in a starry night, a frothy sea, or a snowy landscape than, the mark down madness of the mall!!<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I know it’s December and yes many are looking at a winter escape. Several bloggers have posted about the sea in warmer climes. Their posts have been about children in bathing suits enjoying the water, the sand and the sun. Caro Ness wrote a wonderful poem about the seaside and Muriel Jacques posted about a friend’s […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1831,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1830","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1830","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1830"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1830\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1832,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1830\/revisions\/1832"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1831"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1830"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1830"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1830"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}