The Sea of Imagination

It probably won't come as any great surprise to you to learn that I can often be found floating on my back in The Sea of Imagination. It's rather a lovely place to drift about in, which I'm sure you would know, as I am certain that I wave to many members of the blogging community as they slowly pass me on gentle currents of their own.

My Sea of Imagination is fed from many different rivers. The River of Literature. The River of Film. The River of Theatre. The River of Music. Well, you get my drift (excuse the pun, I just couldn't stop myself). With so much wonderful creativity pouring into it, my Sea is always full to the brim and I don't think I could stop myself from popping in for a little float, even if I wanted to.

But this brings me to another point, an observation if you will. As many of you may know, Le Artiste is now nine, and catching up with friends is a favoured past time. So I have been watching the nine year olds at play, and it has saddened me to see that their Seas seems a little more like ponds, some, mere puddles.

This is not to say that they don't have bursts of wonderful imaginative play, but I often seem to encounter blank faces and those words which can drive the most patient of souls straight up the walls, "But we are bored. There's nothing to do."

Keep in mind that these are mountain children. Children with access to large yards, an abundance of trees, many family pets, the odd lake (yes, truly) and so much opportunity it makes my head spin. They have heaps of books, vast art and craft areas, trampolines and swing sets. How on earth can they be bored ?

Well, I don't know, perhaps it is an unavoidable part of living in modern society where computers, gaming consoles, mobile phones and iPads are common place. But I for one will continue to dust off the Secret Seven, Famous Five and Moomintroll books to try and encourage my children to build their rivers, expand their ponds and join me for a dip in the Sea.

Um....Hi there......

I've been putting it off, putting it off, putting it off (hey, that sounds like the beginnings of a kick arse dance track, don't you think ?), but I can't really explain why or how I sort of fell in to a blogging void. Things have been a changing around Casa Del Waffler and my little routine was thrown on its head. I've been busy re-adjusting and finding my new groove...slowly I'm getting there. Thank goodness for that.

And how apt, I have made my return on Anzac Day, a day that resonates quite strongly with me. It's a day when we remember those who have fallen and those who have left our shores to take up posts overseas. I get teary every. Single. Year. Just can't help myself. As I listen to the services my mind wonders off to battle fields long since overgrown. I try to imagine what the men and women of our armed services went through, and I feel overwhelmed with emotion.

Lest We Forget

I apologise for the incredibly dis-jointed nature of this post, guess it's not like riding a bike after all. Really I just wanted to swing by and say I'm still here and I will be back. And since you are here, I wanted to say thank-you for being so patient and waiting around for me to get my act together.


And in another completely unrelated matter, here is a collection of treasures that I stumbled upon at one of our small mountain book shops last weekend and was simply unable to resist. Made me think of a certain well known blogger who has had a soft spot for the Moomin Family for as long as I can remember. Horray for unexpected finds at little book shops I say.