Green River: Writing to both Calm and Recharge the Soul

Writing (and the act of reading), to me, should be like sitting down beside a calming stream or river.  It should be giving you an energy and enjoyment of life, whether it is in the real world or in a fantasy one.  Look at the picture below by McTaggart.  Two little girls, innocently enjoying a Spring day, laying upon the lush, green grass.  A simple picture, yet a very powerful one.  It brings a natural smile to your face doesn’t it?

Books should also do that, whether at the beginning, middle or end (or at some point in all three parts).  Not all endings to books are entirely happy, but if I had an image that I would be aiming for, it is that ‘warm’ glow of contentment of an adventure seen to its conclusion.  Something that makes the journey seem worth it in the end.

I hope that you are are enjoying a lovely Spring day today.  The birds are tweeting in the trees, the air is fresh and green where I am today.  It is a beautiful day where I am today and I hope that it is also the same for you too.

Image

William Mc Taggart, Spring (1864) 

And here is a poem for you to enjoy which captures a similar ‘energy’ for you:

Green River

When breezes are soft and skies are fair,
I steal an hour from study and care,
And hie me away to the woodland scene,
Where wanders the stream with waters of green,
As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink
Had given their stain to the waves they drink;
And they, whose meadows it murmurs through,
Have named the stream from its own fair hue.

Yet pure its waters–its shallows are bright
With colored pebbles and sparkles of light,
And clear the depths where its eddies play,
And dimples deepen and whirl away,
And the plane-tree’s speckled arms o’ershoot
The swifter current that mines its root,
Through whose shifting leaves, as you walk the hill,
The quivering glimmer of sun and rill
With a sudden flash on the eye is thrown,
Like the ray that streams from the diamond-stone.
Oh, loveliest there the spring days come,
With blossoms, and birds, and wild-bees’ hum;
The flowers of summer are fairest there,
And freshest the breath of the summer air;
And sweetest the golden autumn day
In silence and sunshine glides away.

Yet, fair as thou art, thou shunnest to glide,
Beautiful stream! by the village side;
But windest away from haunts of men,
To quiet valley and shaded glen;
And forest, and meadow, and slope of hill,
Around thee, are lonely, lovely, and still,
Lonely–save when, by thy rippling tides,
From thicket to thicket the angler glides;
Or the simpler comes, with basket and book,
For herbs of power on thy banks to look;
Or haply, some idle dreamer, like me,
To wander, and muse, and gaze on thee.
Still–save the chirp of birds that feed
On the river cherry and seedy reed,
And thy own wild music gushing out
With mellow murmur of fairy shout,
From dawn to the blush of another day,
Like traveller singing along his way.

That fairy music I never hear,
Nor gaze on those waters so green and clear,
And mark them winding away from sight,
Darkened with shade or flashing with light,
While o’er them the vine to its thicket clings,
And the zephyr stoops to freshen his wings,
But I wish that fate had left me free
To wander these quiet haunts with thee,
Till the eating cares of earth should depart,
And the peace of the scene pass into my heart;
And I envy thy stream, as it glides along
Through its beautiful banks in a trance of song.

Though forced to drudge for the dregs of men,
And scrawl strange words with the barbarous pen,
And mingle among the jostling crowd,
Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud–
I often come to this quiet place,
To breathe the airs that ruffle thy face,
And gaze upon thee in silent dream,
For in thy lonely and lovely stream
An image of that calm life appears
That won my heart in my greener years.

-THE END-
William Cullen Bryant’s poem (1794-1878): Green River

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