Spile or Spyle for Maple Syrup
Children are a blessing. They are the conduits to another life.
In the cold Icelandic language, they are spila sálarinnar:
soul pegs, the hollow spouts in trees conducting
the living sap and resin from our souls
to spill upon the snow like a maple confection.
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Gorgeous. How did you know that?
You told me about it in your comment that mentioned "spyling". I had the context of trees being harvested of their resins, so then you pushed me into maple syrup and sweets and bitter-sweets and... voila.
When I think of children, I think of renewed hope for the world...that maybe, just maybe, children will give the world new breath...
In fact, dare I say that the nimbus of God surrounds children most strongly than anyone else? Especially if those children are sweet and carefree...like maple syrup!
But these days there's little room for children to be idyllic and Tom Sawyer like...Maybe I am just in mind of little villages by the quiet river.
Lovely Ade Ileke, Montag.
Ben
Thank you, Ben.
Children are rather wonderful.
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