[5] Infinite Birds

November 6, 2024November 6, 2024Ocean Bream NanoPoblano2024 Tags: birds, birds flying into sunset, blog, blogging, childhood, childhood imagination, childlike wonder, children, counting, creative writing, family, flummoxed, how long does it take to count to sextillion, infinite birds, infinity, life, mathematics, motherhood, numbers, personal, poetry, thoughts, wonder, writing 7 Comments

There are infinite points on a circle, you know, and we recently learned this fact, me and my five year old boy. He spends all his time with his sister, 3, and they like to talk about millions, billions and infinity.

Infinity and sextillion. Did you know sextilion was a number? I spent days telling my son that sextillion didn’t exist every time he would ask how many days was sextillion years. He would get so offended with me. Yes it does exist!

Who told you? I asked.

Your brother!

My brother? Okay hmm maybe there is some truth to this madness then.

So I did what any sane person would do in this day and age and I asked Google. And Google told me that sextillion was actually 10²¹.

1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000.

He asked me how long it would take to count to sextillion so again, I resorted to Google.

243,000,000,000,000 years folks.

I said you’d be long dead before you got there.

Now it’s infinity. Because infinity is definitely more interesting than sextillion. I told him infinity is not a number, it’s a concept. His little sister told me it wasn’t a COLCEPT, because we can have ilfillity things. Like illfillity clouds! And illfillity shoes! And there are illfillity stars in space, didn’t you know?! So it is a number.

And infinity birds, her brother added. But then the whole world would be covered in birds. And they would fly the earth away. We could put them on our house and tie them with string and then we could fly away into space.

Now I am confused.

Stars

May 2, 2019May 1, 2019Ocean Bream writing Tags: earth, galaxies, may prompt, may writing, night sky, planets, safe haven, space, star, star girl, stars, summer, technology, universe, wonder, write everyday in may, writing challenge, writing prompts 2 Comments

I am challenging myself to write a post every single day in May, to kickstart my writing again. I will be following some prompt words that I ‘stole’ from somebody on instagram. Here is my second post.

There were three stars, in a straight line. And they followed her wherever she went. Up North, down South. In the Eastern hemisphere, where the world was tropical and the heat and humidity battered her body until she oozed from every orifice. In the Western hemisphere where the days were icy and short and then terribly, terribly long. Every night, three stars in a row.

If she looked up at the sky her eyes searched and searched for three in a row, just like that.

She didn’t know what they were called, or if they were part of some larger constellation. Scrap that, who cares for the constellations.

As long as there were three stars just like that. Just that, as long as there were those stars. She didn’t know what came after that. Just that she had to see them.

When she learned about space it was always with awe. A deep expanse of blackness and nothing and airless floating, containing worlds of light and gas. Black holes bending time and space, folds of dimensions expanding and contracting. Complex and unnerving, terrifying and beautiful.

But when she looked up, all she could see were the stars. Her three stars, amid a myriad of others. Sometimes more, sometimes less, depending on where she was.

Dependable. From her safe haven on earth.

Cat in my Lap

February 24, 2017Ocean Bream musings Tags: animals, breathing, cat, iron heart, life, musing, personal, pets, queenly cats, snuggling cats, thoughts, thoughts from a ssofa, wonder 2 Comments

As I write this, there is a cat in my arms.

I have never had a cat in my arms. She feels soft, warm. I can feel her breath on my wrist. She feels – alive.

Wow. She came slinking over the back of the sofa as I sat here in the dark, perusing blogs. And she pawed my arm, then slowly, gracefully, sat herself in the crook between my two elbows, right in my lap. I can still type because I have free reign of my wrists and hands, but my goodness. She just took comfort in my being.

I don’t like animals very much. I don’t ever want a pet. But this animal just came, and consciously sat in my lap in the dark as I type away. I just felt so honoured. I feel so honoured.

Also, she is BREATHING. Like a real human I can HEAR her breathing. Breathing. Usually she is just a cat. But now she is a cat. Do you know what I mean?

Anyway. That was my thought for the day. A cat crept into my lap and curled up comfortably and I feel fuzzy inside. My iron heart must be melting.

Her name is Tillie.

I think I am falling in love with her.

Love Letters 29

November 27, 2016May 30, 2017Ocean Bream love letters Tags: creative writing, descriptive writing, fiction, greenery, letter, love, love letters, love nature, love story, love trees, magical phenomenon, natural music, nature, phenomenon, poetic prose, symphony, the sounds of trees in wind, the voices of the trees, trees, wonder, writing 2 Comments

The trees whisper secret songs through the breeze, but it takes a hard and strong wind to create a true symphony.

Their leaves are each a small instrument, thrumming against each other as the air surges between their branches. Swaying to and fro, back and forth, to and fro, and the thunderous sound of a million cheers filling the air, taking over.

If you close your eyes for just a moment, you will feel like you are flying. Your heart will swell along with the currents, and you will put your head back and let the sound wash over you.

I have always loved that sound. It is a sound that transports you to another world. The voices of the earth and humanity become distant memories in the background, life recedes in the face of this magnificent phenomenon. They are in harmony, and they speak to each other, telling one another things we can never imagine.

The wind does not roar, the trees do, in a deafening welcome.

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