Unwrap the Magic!
01 January 2012 | Emerald Bay Marina, George Town, Great Exuma, Bahamas
Imelda NE3
Quinn and Elliott Sea Kayaking in Exuma Park
Sunday 1 January 2012
It is here, the magical year 2012!
Last night Ulric and I danced on deck and wished on a shooting star (narrowly missing Orion - or maybe The Great Hunter was the one who shot the star at us?!)
HAVE A MAGICAL 2012 EVERYONE!!!
Or to quote from a shop front in Nassau: UNWRAP THE MAGIC!
(It is all around us...)
From Georgetown, Great Exuma Island, THE BAHAMAS
Ulric, Imelda, Quinn, Elliott & Brendan Almqvist
SAND CASTLES AND SPIRIT CITIES
Brendan builds sand castles
On every beach
We visit
He says
Some are villages
And some are cities
When he leaves
The tide comes in
And sweeps his creations away
However, this
Does not bother Brendan
Says he:
The tide sweeps
My Spirit Cities
to the bottom of the ocean
Where spirits move in
Walk up the steps
Look out of the windows
Some fishes too
One octopus
And 8 dolphins
These cities live on
In Brendan's imagination
He visits them in his dreams
He keeps up with the news
And builds more sand castles
On every beach we visit
THE KNOT
What happens in the knot?
Do the paths cross
Or not?
Between Sun and Moon
Light and darkness
Myself and others
The Vulcan and the Lake
Between what I know
And what I'd rather not know
Nibbling on a lemon biscuit
I ponder the Lemniscate
Lemniscatic Volatis
My birthright - he Dance of Infinite Flight
Having said that
I really want to know...
What happens in the not?
Do the paths cross
Or not?
THE BEE HOUSE
High up on the cliffs
Somewhere in the Exuma Islands
Is perched
A blue hexagonal house
The Moon lives inside that house
And outside too
But inside the Bee House
It is always Full Moon
The people in the Bee House
Wave at passing boats
And we wave back
As we go for anchor
Darkness comes
The Bee House disappears
No longer a pale blue hex
Just a velvety void simmering above the rocks
A gap in the Milky Way
A Crescent Moon
Gives birth to a thousand sparks
Dancing on water
On a spinning Earth
Humming birds, bees, humming birth
Where have the Bee People gone?
Asks my husband, concerned until he sees
The Bonfire on the Beach
So this is how the Bee people celebrate New Year's Eve
We too gather around our fire:
The oil lamp in the cockpit and fluorescence in the water
We wish on a shooting star
2012 is here!
AT MIDNIGHT
At midnight
The Winds of Change arrive
And rock our boat (quite literally!)
A bright orange half Moon
Chooses that moment
To drop within reach
The stars are our fireworks
One Shooting Star
Carries our wishes for 2012
The hexagonal Bee House
On the cliff top
Swings, breathes and rocks
Behind it the sky flashes, stroboscopically
The Cosmos becomes one great disco
Dancing to the Heartbeat of Mother Earth
Is this a Dream?
I ask the Winds of Change
To carry me and my prayers into 2012
I eat the Moon
One slice of exotic fruit
I drink in this moment
I become... I AM
I am a spirit ship
Sailing the Winds of Change