Daphne flees, Apollo pursues

The pessimist flees the wind; the optimist hopes for change; the poet spreads his wings.

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The wind, for whatever reason, reminds me of the story of the water nymph Daphne and the god Apollo. The story goes something like this.

One windy day when Cupid was having trouble with his bow, Apollo teases him about his archery, saying, “You have not the eye that I have. And certainly not the skill to hit the mark.”

Cupid seeks revenge and the little winged god of desire fires off two arrows. One arrow tipped with gold to make one fall in love. The other with lead and makes them flee from love. Cupid strikes Apollo with the gold and shoots the nymph Daphne with the lead. Instantly, Apollo falls in love with Daphne, but she finds Apollo revolting. He pursues, she flees calling on her father Peneus, a river god for help. Peneus does what he can – he turns his lovely daughter into a tree, encased in bark, feet rooted to the earth.

Daphne, Apollo’s love becomes a laurel tree. In remembrance of his loss, Apollo chooses the laurel to commemorate the victors of athletic challenges and poets.

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Daphne, Sid Dickens memory tile

first kiss

“Our first kiss was a gentle touch, a caress with the lips lasting an instant, a moment of bliss.

At the first kiss I felt something change inside me in a wonderful way. All my dreams and secrets that slept deep within me awoke and revealed. In this moment of ecstasy everything was transformed and enchanted, everything made sense, then and forevermore.

I know that we don’t look like much now. Old and grey, there is little of the sparkle in our eyes left. Oh, time is a merciless thief. It steals much, but not the memory. That it can’t take. Even now years later when we kiss goodnight, I can remember back to that first kiss and I am reborn.

I hope that heaven will be like the first kiss.”

 

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Sid Dickens memory blocks

[Sid Dickens memory blocks, a story in every tile – What’s yours?]