Amo Ergo Sum

By Kathleen Raine.
(this formatting thing – or lack of, actually – is driving me insane… all the lines under “Because I love” should be indented… for goodness sakes)

Because I love
The sun pours out its rays of living gold
Pours out its gold and silver on the sea.

Because I love
The earth upon her astral spindle winds
Her ecstasy-producing dance.

Because I love
Clouds travel on the winds through wide skies,
Skies wide and beautiful, blue and deep.

Because I love
Wind blows white sails,
The wind blows over flowers, the sweet wind blows.

Because I love
The ferns grow green, and green the grass, and green
The transparent sunlit trees.

Because I love
Larks rise up from the grass
And all the leaves are full of singing birds.

Because I love
The summer air quivers with a thousand wings,
Myriads of jewelled eyes burn in the light.

Because I love
The iridescnt shells upon the sand
Takes forms as fine and intricate as thought.

Because I love
There is an invisible way across the sky,
Birds travel by that way, the sun and moon
And all the stars travel that path by night.

Because I love
There is a river flowing all night long.

Because I love
All night the river flows into my sleep,
Ten thousand living things are sleeping in my arms,
And sleeping wake, and flowing are at rest.

(and a very happy valentine’s day to you…)

The learning revolution

I have a passion for education. For non-linear education. For education that is relevant, and that which does not snuff out creativity and the individualism. I don’t intend to do anything with this passion – I don’t see myself as having the patience to deal with kids, although you never know – but education systems, especially the one in Hong Kong, make me so angry. Anyway. This is an ideal to which I wish we could live up to. We need more people like Sir Ken, and we need them here, in this little city I call home.

Goodbyes.

Best night with two wonderful boys who are both leaving me over the next eight or ten days. Sigh. One of them heads back to Manila tomorrow, and the other is going across the big blue ocean to a city of bright lights and endless possibility. If only Hong Kong had the latter, then maybe he’d stay…

It’s been a fantastic couple of months hanging with them almost every week, laughing at terribly bad, obscene jokes, listening to the dreams and the plans and the silences in between.

And while I know I’m going to miss them both terribly, I’m so glad they are off to better things… There is a blackhole of creativity in Hong Kong, sadly, and both of them boys deserve so much more.

Dreaming.

It’s the first time I’ve dreamed this year. 2012. This dragon year. I rarely do things that make me dream because I don’t have the guts to go pursue anything, nor do I think I have the talent to do it, but well, there are things that inspire me… and I usually stay away from them.

Today, I don’t know why, I decided to re-watch Kissing Jessica Stein. I love this film. I love the music, I love the story, I love the intelligence, I love New York! It’s a film that inspires me and touches my heart and makes me laugh and makes me tear up. I love it.

It makes me want to tell stories.

I wonder how many times I will dream this year. I wonder whether I will get the chance to do anything with the dreams. Or rather, I wonder whether I will ever get off my ass and do something about the fact that I have dreams.

Instead of lazily dreaming my time away.