Travel Theme: Ripples

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June 23, 2013 by allsho




I don’t know if this is a common experience, but I sometimes remember the first time I meet a word, generally one in a foreign language.

So “ripple” is one of those. I stumbled in it while listening, ages ago (as you can see from the singer’s look in this video), at a song, one of the very first of Sting’s solo career.

It goes:

Every ripple on the ocean

every leaf on every tree

every sand dune in the desert

every power we never see

There is a deeper wave than this

swelling in the world

there is a deeper wave than this

listen to me girl.

You’ll understand (and if you don’t, follow the link above and you shall) that my children, even if they never heard it before today, immediately recognised Sting’s voice (not infrequently heard at home or in my car) and loved the video.

Now the song speaks about ripples on the ocean. In the picture below, the ripples were stirred by my elder son with a stick in a small mountain lake. They are circles, centred around what was his position when he was beating the water. And as the ripples move in larger and larger circles on the smooth surface, even if the boy moved and is no longer there to cause them, they keep memory of him in that place, and carry that memory further and further.

Well, I don’t know if it’s the seventh or the eight wave. But love, I agree, sometimes behaves as the ripples on a small mountain lake.



(Where’s my backpack – Travel Theme: Ripples)


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