GATHERING WATER Never having encountered one before except in stories my daughter begging to be taken to the well the source of all her fascination a magical tale in itself letting the bucket fall into the nothingness that soft splash as if from a different universe & she a charmed girl the well eating her pebbles eagerly greedily as if it were hungry for her wonder the delayed...plop enthralling her and again…and...again even when our store of water miraculously grows and we have more water that we can shake a stick at she orders (or commands rather) “Come…father let us go & gather water! ” And I (ha ha “Father! ” is it now) get up & go gather water with my little daughter enchanted by the fairytale of her laughter. ******* On holiday from the real world and living in the wild where our only source of water was a well…it became a ritual to collect firewood and go to the well for water. We would do both of these together and Tilly blended the gathering of sticks with the other task and so we also “gathered” water! In her fairy stories where Kings were called “Father” by young princesses she also elected to call me “Father! ” which used to reduce her mother to convulsions of laughter. Tilly as well as being a real live girl was also for me a fairy tale happening in real time. I saw everything anew through the beauty of her mind.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Jul 2013 16:36:20 +0000
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