Suzy Davies's Blog: Book News - Posts Tagged "dreams"

When I was young, and just a girl
I wanted to travel around the world -
Casablanca, Marrakesh,
Rio de Janeiro and Budapest.
The more exotic the sound of the name,
the more I was drawn, like a moth to a flame.

I studied the atlas,
and stuck in pins
to highlight the places
where I would be going.
I planned plane journeys from East to West,
from Korea to Siberia,
and back again.

My aunt had a globe in her living room
and I spun it round and round, in a world of my own.
When it was getting dark, the globe seemed to shine
with continents so vast, and oceans sublime,
each night I imagined the people I would meet,
and how I’d introduce myself,
and what they’d say to greet
this small town girl with big,wide eyes,
that gazed into the distance, as if she was surprised.

Copyright Suzy Davies 01/23/2016. All Rights Reserved.

I know your faults,
the holes in my gloves.
I feel you,
as if with my hands.
I see your face, as it laughs and weeps;
your joys are mine,
your sorrows and mistakes.
Sometimes, I wish for you
a friend, greater than I am.
Yet, I offer you myself,
my ears,
which yearn to understand.
The journey is ours;
this fragile life we have -
made of dreams;
the chatter of hopes, and plans,
made over coffee cups.

Copyright Suzy Davies. All Rights Reserved. 06/11/2016.

By the ocean, he drifts in silence,
the sea a womb,
that churns with creation.
He stops and listens.
The sun’s high -
burns
his feet,
scorches
his mouth,
the sea
delivers
conch shells
and sea glass before him.
He stands in silence,
listens as
timeless waves
mold and polish treasure,
carve cliffs and caves,
with patience, without measure.
The relentless sun beats down
on the horizon,
where it dives and sparkles,
casts its robes into a molten sea -
the waves tangerine and crimson.
Images and shapes take form,
his heart a crucible
of burnished dreams.

Copyright Suzy Davies. 17/07/2017. All Rights Reserved. No Copying.

Through the dark night of the soul,

Hope comes in - a hand to hold,

Hope walks side by side with you

dispels Fear, to start anew.



Whenever Fortune ebbs and flows,

when company is needed most

yet still evades you,

alone, bereft,

you know that Hope will help you best.



For Hope has wings,

rises above

all that’s Hate

and chooses Love.

When you’re downtrodden,

and at your end,

Hope flies in,

a faithful friend.



And you’ve known Hope for many years,

for someone taught you that Hope cares;

in memories, you know her softest glance,

the way that Hope gives you a chance.



For Hope - she’s timeless, you’ve known her long -

and all you needed was to be strong,

to have humility and self-esteem,

the courage to fulfill your dream.



Hope is an angel of the light,

who guides your prayers,

whispered at night -

someone who chose to believe in you,

so Hope guides everything you do.



Copyright Suzy Davies.11/08/2017. All Rights Reserved

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Picture this: a child of about seven or eight years strolling along a riverbank with her dad
watching the flow of the river; the dance of midges and dragonflies; the swirling whirlpools and eddies casting rainbows in soft sunlight to the water’s edge. The dark shadows, in places, of trees that lean over the riverbank; shadows of fish lurking below the surface; birds on high winging their way across the water beneath vast skies.
The soothing “lap, lap” as the river’s current moves against rocks and stones, and the ever changing scenery along the banks. The sound of the breeze as it blows through rushes; along comes a boat and the oars move in and out of the water, the river seeming to sigh with the movement and rhythm they make.

Now it is raining, and so the man and child take cover under a tree. The river shines; it seems to sing and laugh and dance, and the man starts to tell his daughter a story of the river, but in all reality, it’s a story all about life.

In my ninth year or so, my dad gave me a gift of “The Wind in The Willows,” and this is how our story; the river and the characters in “Housie Mousie and The Big Cheese,” were inspired by Kenneth Grahame’s great work.

In our book the river is a character, and much like real life, it is always changing. Sometimes, it is dark, “a black ribbon,” the ink-black bootlace of the little rodents' boot home. Other times, the river sparkles with light, as if to suggest a moment of enlightenment or clarity; it is a “thread of diamonds” - the stuff of happy memory-making together and of laughter.

The river is neither a threat nor benign; it is what we make it; there are challenges and obstacles. Our feisty, funny little mouse, and serious rat become friends forever because they support each other, seeing opportunities and overcoming challenges on the BIG journey that is life. It is through challenges and adaptation, through learning from friends that they meet along the way who help them - a mischievous spaniel and a family of beavers - The Beaver Team - by working together and having fun, Housie and Ratty grow in stature.

Housie and Ratty’s river begins as a microcosm; it is their small, familiar world, where they are safe and secure. Traveling on their brave adventurous journey, “opens up” their small world - expanding their experiential reference points and giving them new insights into the big world out there.

One of the most important messages in Housie Mousie and The Big Cheese is that friendship is something to treasure. Teamwork, loyalty, collaboration and “pulling together” - much like rowing and turn-taking on the river - means that we can live happily enjoying all that this river - this great BIG journey that is life - has to offer.

In fact, nothing that we ever wish, imagine or dare to dream is ever too big, with a shared vision, innovation, and action to achieve our dreams together.