The Sea Spirit
~ Lucy Maud Montgomery
I smile o'er the wrinkled blue
Lo! the sea is fair,
Smooth as the flow of a maiden's hair;
And the welkin's* light shines through
Into mid-sea caverns of beryl hue,
And the little waves laugh and the mermaids sing,
And the sea is a beautiful, sinuous thing!
Ah yes. I need some respite from all this disaster news. I'm not even living it and I find it exhausting. The perils of being an onlooker. Right now I would like to paddle in the sea. Above picture is our little hideaway along the Great Ocean Road. So soothing. Not a cloud in sight. A sheltered nook. Transparent gentle waves like little frills.
I have four days leave until school starts. I have anumber of projects underway including re-modelling a timber hall table and stool with white paint. I've been entirely influenced by these clever people on my side bar who can transform furniture with 'a light sand, a layer of primer and few coats of Dulux Antique White USA'. It's cruel. They make it sound so easy, but it's not. It's messy and time-consuming and sweaty work. Still, I'm on a mission and it's a great distraction. Sort of.
*Welkin is an archaic, English term; it refers to the sky, the upper air, the firmament, the heavens or the Celestial sphere. Especially the highest celestial sphere e.g. the empyrean. So now you know.
