There is ample room in a garden for endless creative meanderings, laughter and stories and all sorts of lightheartedness that lifts our feet off the ground even without the assistance of a magic cape. Sometimes a little or a lot of nonsensical too. And now I must look up nonsensical and play “Jellicle Cats” from the musical, Cats (on tour again, wow!), because that’s just the way my mind works, you might know by now if you frequent here.
Sometimes it’s quite amazing how that happens. Actually, it’s simpler than simple. Jellicle is not in the dictionary, and those are the words I like best of all. It’s a diminutive of Jellylorum, the name of T. S. Eliot’s cat, with the jellicle cat description used in Eliot’s poem “The Song of the Jellicles” being based on said cat. I keep reading more about this and updating, so please bear with me. I had also read that it’s a contraction of “dear little cats” used in his poem.
I never knew all this before, but I absolutely love it!
I think sometimes; however, it’s best to stop trying to make so much sense of things. One can easily go as mad as a hatter or a flying pig. And here comes that pit in the stomach dread that I usually get when I’m simply creatively happy but somehow my words are heard in unearthly languages. Does that make sense?
Dear hearts, we go around so worried about being misunderstood that we forget how to be ourselves, our great selves.
Give all your worries and cares to God, for He cares about you.
1 Peter 5:7
That said, I was thinking, teehee, I’m having too much fun tweaking and designing this page almost on a daily basis now. Don’t get too scared of the splashes of paint.
The pictures today are not from the bitty garden but it doesn’t mind including my other kind of a sliver too of a garden, from my home in South Florida, where my son lives now. I think I’ll grab that winged creature when I visit. 🙂