OMG, I am in love with this word. Must be my Scottish roots popping up – they do that every once in a while and some silly Scotlandish thing will make me smile.
wallydraigle (a former word of the day on wordnik) (noun) The youngest of a family; a bird in the nest; hence, any feeble, ill-grown creature.
‘Wallydraigle’ is Scottish in origin, and comes from ‘wally,’ a term of endearment, plus ‘dragle,’ to drag or draw along on damp ground or mud, or on wet grass.
Here’s the picture it puts in my head.
In a long, pale yellow nightgown, a waif of a child with wispy fine hair tightly clutches her rag dolls arm in her tiny fist. The rest of the doll flops across the hard floor, bumping off a chair leg here and a shelf corner there, resigned to the constant dragging and strangely happy with its fate. Better to be the misused plaything of this sweet wallydraigle than to languish in some dark abandoned toy box, forgotten and alone.
The word can also be shortened to wallydrag (a feeble, dwarfed, animal or person.) Sounds so much better than ‘runt of the litter’, doesn’t it?
In other exciting news – Canada has won an Olympic bronze medal in women’s three metre synchronized diving. We never have big expectations for high medal counts in the summer games. Have you seen our summers? Our official medal count is now at one. We will joyfully celebrate all of our athletes in their endeavours, whatever the outcome.
It is also day four of dog sitting for me. We’re doing well, and this is the reason why.
Horoscope readings can be enigmatic, bewildering and about as clear as mud. I know they’re generously peppered with words like possibly, likely, might and may, so that no matter how insane the prediction sounds as a whole, there’s always some little obscure bit of it that is close enough to the truth to make you wonder. Or at the very least laugh and roll your eyes.
Haiku is a little like that too. Although originally it wasn’t supposed to be funny. The poems were songs, prayers, and incantations to the gods, meant to celebrate an awareness of the moment, holding all things in reverence. A haiku is a sort of meditation, conveying an image or a feeling. Of course if you’re not Japanese you’ll have a harder time getting it right. But you can still be happy with your “English Haiku” efforts simply by saying what you think and adhering to the 5-7-5 syllable pattern. Never mind all that stuff about season words, two-part juxtapositional structure, and objective sensory imagery. Really. I did some research and ended up with a headache.
But not a severe enough one to stop me from mixing horoscope with haiku and coming up with some incredible poetry. That’s what I’m calling it. You may want to describe it some other way.
Cranky love partner,
it’s time to pick a path and
try to heal the rift.
When you are patient
on the upside or the down,
gaps become smaller.
Make him a sandwich.
Love will bloom if you never
let him get hungry.
Don’t just go along
ignoring your best talents.
Get off your fat ass.
Try to get along,
accept all the differences,
A blast of romance
will broaden your horizons
with far-reaching change.
if you travel far away,
persevere my dear.
My horoscope didn’t use the exact words get off your fat ass. I improvised on that phrase and a few others. Think haiku horoscope will catch on? Personally I’m kind of hoping this is a one time thing and we never see it again.
I don’t think Mike Dooley will mind if I tell you to buy this book. And I don’t think you will be disappointed in my advice if you take it.
It won’t take up much of your time to read all of it, but if you’re anything at all like me, you’ll spend the same amount of time going back to the beginning and skipping through it one more time to re-read all the things that made you smile and laugh and feel truly amazed and so emotional you wanted to cry.
In a good way of course.
Now that I’ve read more notes I’ll read the original Notes from the Universe which I’ve downloaded to my kindle. Along with Leveraging the Universe because I think these two books will be equally amazing and because I seem to like doing things in multiples of three; going backward or forward apparently doesn’t matter to me.
If you were here with me now I’d happily lend you this delightful little book to read for yourself.
Sharing a couple or three passages here will have to do for now. These are the pages I’ve stuck the book jacket flap between because the words touched me in a way I can’t explain. It’s a comforting thought to believe that souls come back to live again, and that we each choose our own circumstances before starting the next adventure. We won’t have any idea why we picked this particular life until it’s over and only then do we get to see what we’ve made of it, one way or another. Maybe it’s a little crazy to think that way, but on a crazy scale of one to ten I’d give it a middle of the road 5. People have believed way stranger things.
If these particular passages don’t speak to you in any profound way, don’t worry. There will likely be something in this book that does. Maybe lots of things. (Maybe nothing!) Maybe it will change your life. Maybe it won’t. Whatever you decide, it’s nice to have a choice.
Have a great weekend.