Today Wandering

Photo by Thai Peck

My walk took me to a wetland nearby which was a change from the usual wander on the beach. It was still lovely to be able to wander under an enormous sky, beautiful sunshine hearing the free birds singing within a short distance from the house.Photo by Thai Peck

Photo by Thai PeckMy thoughts went back to the days of my wandering through England, Scotland and Wales… How wonderful it is to travel either thousands of miles or just twenty minutes away… one can see and learn so much. And when I could not travel, I was glad to peruse and viewing images of my friends’ travel blogs on Word Press.Photo by Thai peck

I wish to share some very amateur photos of my walk and this little extract from: “Récits de voyage” by my favourite author: Guy de Maupassant.

“Life is so short, or however long, sometimes becomes unbearable. It takes place, like always, with death at the end. We can neither stop nor change, nor understand. And often-indignant revolt grabs you before the impotence of our effort. Whatever we do, we will die! What we believe, what we thought, what we tried, we die. And it seems that we will die tomorrow without knowing anything yet, although disgusted with everything we know. So it feels crushed under the sense of “the eternal misery of all human weakness and the monotony of actions.

Travel is a kind of door through which one leaves the known reality to enter an unexplored reality that seems a dream.

A train station! A port! A train hisses and spits his first steam! A large ship passing through the jetties, slowly, but whose belly pants and impatience will flee there, on the horizon, to new countries! Who can see it without shuddering of desire, without feeling awaken in his soul shivering desire long trips?…”

A wagtail bird is flirting with me
A wagtail bird is flirting with me

Photo by Thai Peck

En Français:

“La vie si courte, si longue, devient parfois insupportable. Elle se déroule, toujours pareille, avec la mort au bout. On ne peut ni l’arrêter, ni la changer, ni la comprendre. Et souvent une révolte indignée vous saisit devant l’impuissance de notre effort. Quoi que nous fassions, nous mourrons! Quoi que nous croyions, quoi que nous pensions, quoi que nous tentions, nous mourrons. Et il semble qu’on va mourir demain sans rien connaître encore, bien que dégoûté de tout ce qu’on connaît. Alors on se sent écrasé sous le sentiment de “l’éternelle misère de tout, de l’impuissance humaine et de la monotonie des actions.

Le voyage est une espèce de porte par où l’on sort de la réalité connue pour pénétrer dans une réalité inexplorée qui semble un rêve.

Une gare! un port! un train qui siffle et crache son premier jet de vapeur! un grand navire passant dans les jetées, lentement, mais dont le ventre halète d’impatience et qui va fuir là-bas, à l’horizon, vers des pays nouveaux! Qui peut voir cela sans frémir d’envie, sans sentir s’éveiller dans son âme le frissonnant désir des longs voyages?…”Photo by Thai Peck

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Tulips And Memories

Photo by Thai PeckPhoto by Thai PeckPhoto by Thai PeckPhoto by Thai PeckThe stars hang thick in the apple tree,
The south wind smells of the pungent sea,
Gold tulip cups are heavy with dew.
The night’s for you, Sweetheart, for you!
Starfire rains from the vaulted blue.
Listen! The dancing of unseen leaves.
A drowsy swallow stirs in the eaves.
Only a maiden is sorrowing.
T’ is night and spring, Sweetheart, and spring!
Starfire lights your heart’s blossoming.
In the intimate dark there’s never an ear,
Though the tulips stand on tiptoe to hear,
So give; ripe fruit must shrivel or fall.
As you are mine, Sweetheart, give all!
Starfire sparkles, your coronal.

By Amy Lowell

Photo by Thai PeckPhoto by Thai PeckPhoto by Thai PeckPhoto by Thai PeckPhoto by Thai Peck

Tuesday Wander

Photo by Thai PeckA beautiful sunny Tuesday and while in the middle of running errand, my friend and I also went on a little walkabout. Among a pathway lined with tea tree bushes and wild flowers.

Photo by Thai peckPhoto by Thai PeckWe wandered through narrow lane from Kananook creek where yellow water sat unmoving, where little ducks protecting their territory by the reef.Photo by Thai peck

There were not a thousand daffodils saw I, just patches of sweet freesia popping up casually among grassy ground.Photo by Thai peckPhoto by Thai Peck

Bright yellow wattle flowers shined like little dots of sun-ray, and tea trees blossoms adorned so plain the twisted brown trunk.Photo by Thai Peck

Photo by Thai PeckFrom the creek we continued to the bay, to the vast blue-sky, thin white clouds moving gently in a most agreeable soft breeze, so soft the calm bay was looking like a huge lake. At a half shady spot looking over the pier we sat to enjoy a cuppa.

How a slight change of the season could bring so much happiness to one. As much as I love the human, I love much greater the Nature…Photo by Thai PeckPhoto by Thai Peck

 

The Breath Of Spring

A brilliant spring day today around Chelsea beach seemed to erase the winter blue away, but which already started to change as the day moved on with some dark clouds and may even rain. I went down to the beach for my morning walk and ended with these snapshots.Photo by Thai PeckPhoto by Thai peckPhoto by Thai peckBench.6 (1)Extract from a novel by Guy de Maupassant which I reread siting on (our) favourite bench, and which I’d like to share with you:

“… A free and charming life began for her. She wandered along the roads in dreaming spirit, or else frolicking down the little valleys winding paths which covered with a fleece of gorse blossoms, the strong sweet odour of which intoxicated her like a perfumed wine, while the distant sound of the waves rolling onto the shore seemed to rock her spirit…

She felt herself becoming mad with happiness. A delirious joy, an infinite tenderness at the splendour of nature that drowned her fluttering heart. It was her sun! Her dawn! The beginning of her life! The high expectation of her hopes! She reached out to the radiating space with a desire to kiss the sun, she wanted to speak, to shout some soothsayer at the outbreak of the day, but she remained paralyse in the helpless enthusiasm. So, resting her forehead in her hands, she felt her eyes filled with tears and she wept deliciously…

And this would continue forever in the serenity of an enduring affection. It seemed suddenly she felt he was there, next to her; an unusual sensation overcame her, running through from head to toes. She squeezed her arms against her chest as though hugging her dream, and on her lip offering into the unknown, some strange feeling made her feel almost faint, as if the breath of spring was given a kiss of love…”

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En Français

“…Une vie charmante et libre commença pour elle. Elle errait a pas lents le long des routes, l’esprit parti dans les rêves, ou bien elle descendait en gambadant, les petites vallées tortueuses dont les deux croupes portaient, comme une chape d’or, une toison de fleurs d’ajoncs. Leur odeur forte et douce, exaspérée par la chaleur, la grisait à la façon d’un vin parfumé et au bruit lointain des vagues roulant sur une plage, une houle berçait son esprit.

Elle se sentait devenir folle de bonheur. Une joie délirante, un attendrissement infini devant la splendeur des choses noya son cœur qui défaillait. C’était son soleil! son aurore! le commencement de sa vie! le lever de son espérances. Elle tendit les bras vers l’espace rayonnant, avec une envie d’embrasser le soleil; elle voulait parler, crier quelque chose de divin comme cette éclosion du jour, mais elle demeurait paralysée dans un enthousiasme impuissant. Alors, posant son front dans ses mains, elle sentit ses yeux pleins des larmes et elle pleura délicieusement.

Et cela continuerait indéfiniment, dans la sérénité d’une affection indestructible. Et il lui sembla soudain qu’elle le sentait là, contre elle; et brusquement un vague frisson de sensualité lui courut des pieds à la tête. Elle serra ses bras contre sa poitrine, d’un mouvement inconscient, comme pour étreindre son rêve; et sur sa lèvre tendue vers l’inconnu quelque chose passa qui la fit presque défaillir, comme si l’haleine du printemps lui eut donné un baiser d’amour…”

Extrait d’un roman par Guy de Maupassant

First Of Spring

A prose for my love

"Morning walk" Watercolour by Thai Peck
“Morning walk”
Watercolour by Thai Peck

In the morning walk on the first day of spring, gentle sunlight sparkled through branches and leaves, though the air was a little chilly still I was happy enjoying the fresh outdoor. Again I saw you in my dream that was ever so real. I would have scolded you for leaving me as I used to but instead, I thank you for being with me even just in spirit, so that I will never be lonely continuing on my journey in life, and only for you I would grow summer flowers to see another spring.

"By the fishpond" Watercolour by Thai Peck
“By the fish pond”
Watercolour by Thai Peck

“… When winter’s cold wind and rain no more,

When the first lonely butterfly flits on the wing,

When red glow the maples, so fresh and so pleasing,

O then comes the bluebird, the herald of spring,

And hails with his warbling, the charms of the season.

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He drags the vile grub from the corn it devours,

The worms from the webs where they riot and welter;

The bluebird will chant from his box such an air,

His song and his services freely are ours,

And all that he asks is, in summer a shelter…”

(Extract from a poem by Washington Irving)