Daring to breathe life into the sea

With the old, sweet, soothing tears, and laughter that shakes the sail
Of the ship of the soul over seas where dreamed dreams lure the unoceaned explorer.

~ From: Dreams Old and Nascent, D.H. Lawrence

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For all our creations - complex or sophisticated, cude or simple - still, we fancy.

"We'd gather cat-tails from the swamps and imagine them to be great torches - just like those found in royal palaces, or what we imagined would naturally be part of a properly-equipped dungeon.

The underground clubhouse, after a few days of digging and losing garden tools, was little more than a small earth depression covered with old planks and filled with rain-water. Of course, we had envisioned an elaborate set of tunnels and chambers that would rival the Great Pyramid of Giza.

When I was in college, she imagined her life as a figure-skater and I imagined myself as an emergency-room doctor. Later, we dreamed of building a house together on that knoll off of Beaver Grade Road -- in the big meadow where we'd sometimes see the turkeys."




In a tangible way, very little in these dreams was ever accomplished, but it does still feel important to me.