Too Long?

Well I hope you don't stay in the pot too long...don't want you over-cooked...we'd miss you. Rosina xena465

Ann of Norway A neat little ditty with a nice touch of the absurd not for a moment do we think that you have been in the pot too long, unless that has some other meaning that escapes me now Judyanne? Or was it going to pot, no that's even more absurd! Love to you Judyanne from Ana-Nya.

Well, have you ever thought about taking that______? Smile. ~A

Oh yes Judy...I found it hard to comment on this poem with the first verse, now it all makes great sense...well done. Rosina xena465

Ann of Norway Simmering and simmering and evaporating to come back to earth from the state of steam to the tangible again, round and round, and yet as Bernard Shaw said back and forth like a pendulum, the pendulum of the clock forever having the somewhere it returns to, by force of it own impetus. We in our tiny moment of time, stretched out and stretched out until we break and are no more. Time can be made longer or shorter by our own experience of it, in a way willing it, or allowing ourselves to disregard it and thereby change its character, all an idea in this brain of ours. Morning Judyanne love Ana-Nya Have a cup of tea with me? The kettles boiling!

Ann of Norway I'll turn them on if I have to learn to fly to do so, they will shine, they perhaps do when we're not looking, but we don't see because of the clouds, or the angle of vision isn't quite right. I have seen them in Oslo exquisite icy turquoise, sapphire-azure through purples pale and illuminated greens, pinks and blues that have taken the breath from me and made me into a psychedelic dream-struck fairy screaming for joy inside me, sometimes out too, at the colours, streaked across the sky like a painting made by all the gods and demons in their carnival mood. The other time was when I stepped out of the tiny wooden cabin onto the snow, the crackle of the fire deadened by the silence of the night sky and looked up above me and saw the whole sky taken up with drapes of golden hangings- did you see the opening of the Olympic Winter games in Vancouver? -there they tried to emulate just that effect except that mine had at its centre a CROWN, from which these drapes radiated out in all the directions and I sighed in wonder. Another thing that happens in Norway especially here, is that the northern winds carry tiny particles from the high mountains and this mixes in some way with the atmosphere and temperature over Oslo, which from a certain angle produces perlemor skyer, or mother-of-pearl clouds, usually only seen by pilots from aeroplanes, but once or twice I have seen them from here, and been astonished at their beauty. I was one time walking along the pavement and saw them, remarking to the woman ahead of me that they were so fantastic, she looked up surprised, having never bothered to look at the sky while hurrying home from work, she said next time she would look at the sky!!!! I shall set the table in that cabin, where the corner of the hut is one great open fireplace and there in our hand-knitted sweaters we can sit warm and cosy, with the silent blue-black night sky, snow-decorated with stars and that great big unbelievable Northern star hanging like a lamp, and we shall see this phenomenon of nature, the suns own radiating "moonbeams" of light in the outer magnetic atmosphere of the earth, how privileged we are to be able to witness such 'magic.' Yes versaagod sitt, the show will begin........ Love Ana-Nya

Ann of Norway Many have travelled the far oceans to see such wonders and when they get there they find none; the girl I met in the YHA of a northern town in Norway, Alta, was on her 7th trip to see the Midnight sun, I hope she did as it was the last time she said she would do that. My cousins from Adelaide came over for two weeks and hoped to see the mountains of Norway in all their splendour, they saw but up to the middle height of all such and had so much rain that I don't think I shall see them visiting me again, so one has to be lucky. Choose the right time, by chance!!!! Hilarious jacket, I too have one with arms too thin and neck too wide that a friend knitted for me, a Norwegian Lusekofte, flea jacket as the little one-stitches regularly placed over all the areas without actual pattern are called that. As in other parts of the world the lusekofter are different in the different regions of Norway, like their national costumes. I am not a knitter, didn't like any creative thing that dictated to me how to make it, or do it (trad. ballet)in so so many stitches etc, freestyle is me, so if I knitted one for you, heaven knows what it would look like!!!! I did however knit some mittens, when I was 10, visiting Norway for the first time, WITH THUMBS, on four needles in the Norsk manner, and was so very proud of the fact, but haven't done any since. So there 's the story! Love again Ana-Nya.

Ann of Norway The more I read this the better it gets as I see your point better and better, must be the cold freezing my brain cells a little, so I redo my comment with more enthusiasm than the last time. I love the analogy of the crab out of its proper environment, and crabs go sideways too as females are wont to do!!! A friend once said something amusing " One can in an emergency go sideways." But yours isn't exactly an emergency is it, or was it? We swing from knowing to not knowing during our lives, never really fixing the perceptions, if we do we may do so in the wrong manner and never get out of a rut, become 'senile' in a way, stubbornly refusing to be pliable in our minds and able to rethink our own view of life. That is what many people consider has happened to old people, and in many cases they may be right but not all follow the path that they decide when they are younger, always seeking to understand it all is the best way to be, open to new ideas and able to communicate with the young without appearing old hat. Lets don our hats and parade around, well I say oldies meaning myself, and then they can see we aren't past it!!!! We learn as long as we live. The best teachers are those who learn while they teach and look at things with the eager open eyes of the young, keeping their curiosity intact. No? Love Ana-Nya

Sorry to be late to your party ... I loved this pot of self ... only one suggestion for this line and thus from true knowing banned? and from knowledge banned .... ???? or and thus, from knowledge banned smoother that line out for me I kept getting my tongue stuck on it lol loved it great work I see you have already been working on it so I threw that last suggestion into the pot lol so to speak hahaha hope its cooler than here over there I cooked in my own skin broiled Jaynie today lol love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x p.s will juggle that last star and watch the edits lol :P