The Blue Spring (Dust if you must, but the world’s out there)

A few weeks ago, on a late summer’s day, we went for a walk to the Blue Spring in Putaruru, where most of New Zealand’s bottled water flows from.

The water is a magical blue colour, with bright green weeds that call you to watch out for freshwater nymphs swimming beneath the ripples. Madelyn rode on my back, and we filled our drink bottles with fresh water and ate lunch beside the spring while our friends swam in the freezing water.







There, in the beauty and the sun, we found this poem, in honour of Linda Margaret Pearce, who passed away on the 18th October, 2003. It is so perfect.

Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture or write a letter
Bake a cake or plant a seed
Ponder the difference between want and need

Dust if you must, but the world’s out there
With the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain
This day will not come around again

Dust if you must, but there’s not much time
With rivers to swim and mountains to climb
Music to hear and books to read
Friends to cherish and life to lead

Dust if you must, but bear in mind
The time will come and it’s not kind
And when you go, and go you must
You yourself will make more dust


She is one

She is one beautiful little girl.

She is one of God’s children.

She is one warrior.

She is one princess.

She is one daughter.

She is one year old.

Blog name change: Sun and Clear Pebbles

I’ve been thinking about changing the title of my blog for awhile.

Until today, it was ‘Mourning. Heaven. And You.’ This came from a poem I wrote when I was 19,

I fall.
Draw my last breath.
Wish morning would come.
Stars bleed out
of the hole in the universe’s

I fall.
Do you see me?
Wish night would come.
The sun dies.
Eternity is like the twilight

I fall.
Dream for ever.
Wish I knew where home was.
And you.
I pray now.
Hold me in the palm of your

I like this poem. It’s one of my favourites that I have written, which is why I used it as the name of this blog. But I feel that it doesn’t represent my blog all that way. It seems to imply that I write a lot about mourning, and I don’t. People frequently find my blog searching for ways to cope with mourning, and I’ve always felt kind of bad about that. So I’ve been trying to find a new title.  I thought about using a line from one of my other poems. I thought about using a line from the same poem my URL is from. But then I decided to just use my URL. It would make things a whole lot easier.

So now, my blog is called ‘Sun and Clear Pebbles.’

This comes from a Mary Oliver poem, Wild Geese,

You do no have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.