The Wind on the Baltic


The crow flew by
and the feather dropped;
And the boy took the feather,
To write prayers in sand.
The winds left the sea
and they kissed the sands,
and the words dissolved,
and the feather flew,
and the birches turned
their backs to the sea —
and bent and screeched
Stretching to mount.
The crow laughed down
from the cloud-knitted skies,
and the young aspens shivered
from the stories they heard
of villages swallowed
deep in the dunes,
lost like words and prayers
to the wails of the sea.
And we spun and turned
freckled cheeks to the winds,
and we lifted sail coats
into cloud-knitted skies,
and we rose and flew,
into featherless soar
between white jasmine streets
and green pinecone rains.
And the sand so fine
sang below our feet,
and it sang hymns of Love
for as long as we flew,
and we landed down
freckled cheeks so full
of blueberries wild
deep in the woods







About BeeHappee

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36 Responses to The Wind on the Baltic

  1. Is it that washed up on the beach (in that last picture)? I’ve heard of that phenomenon happening in Denmark. By the way, lovely poem πŸ™‚ –Paul

    • BeeHappee says:

      Thank you, Paul. Yes, kids identified it as amber, and you can find pieces of amber here on the beaches all the time. At the moment, we are just less than a mile away from Russia, Kaliningrad Oblast, where there are largest deposits of amber according to this wiki page:
      Just visited an amber museum, where you can find the most amazing creations from amber, carved sculptures, jewelry, and many amber pieces with inclusions of prehistoric insects, plants, and lizards. Quite neat, really, frozen in time.

  2. Oops…meant to say “is that amber”

  3. shoreacres says:

    What a glorious poem. Simply stunning. I’d say that your time away is being very good to you, indeed!

    • BeeHappee says:

      Thank you, Linda. Funny how the poem came. I felt it when we were up on a high dune here catching the wind and feathers. Later that night, a huge storm broke out, and kids ran through the streets swirling in white petals, and branches were breaking everywhere. The very next day, we happened upon an aviation fest, where a surprise guest was the most amazing Jurgis Kairys, Lithuanian acrobatic air pilot, who is a world champion and performed many times in the USA as well. He flew his small plane right above our heads in amazing formations, spinning 20 times in a row. It was breathtaking. All that flying, it went well with the poem. πŸ™‚

  4. Beautiful. I’d like to know what the stones are, too.

    • BeeHappee says:

      Merci, Renee! The stones are very small pieces of amber in a small child’s hand. Here, they make many art pieces as well as jewelry with amber – main tourist attraction. πŸ™‚

      The legend about the amber washing upon the shores of the sea is pretty neat. Amber was known to and used by romans, and they had legends about it. Lithuanian legend about amber goes like this: There was a sea goddess Jurate, who lived in an amber palace deep in the sea. Her father, Perkunas (Thunder god) was the strongest of the gods. Jurate was beautiful and did not know human love. Once, a brave young lad named Kastytis cast a net to fish the Baltic sea. Jurate sent some mermaids to warn him about fishing and ruining the peace on the sea. Kastytis did not listen. Jurate went to see for herself, and fell in love with him. They lived in the amber caste in the sea until Perkunas, god of Thunder found out and got furious. Perkunas broke the amber caste, killing Kastytis, and chaining Jurate to the remnants of the walls. Since those times, pieces of amber, the broken castle, wash up on the shores of the sea, and you can hear Jurate wailing when you stand at the seashore.

  5. migarium says:

    What a beautiful place! What a beautiful wind and waves and poem! Thank you my dear Earthling friend, I had really missed your posts!

    • BeeHappee says:

      Thank you, Migo. Yes, we are visiting the Kurskij Zaliv, the sand dune peninsula, part of which is in Lithuanian territory and part of it in Russia:
      It is 98 km long and .4 km wide, and we walk from one side of it to the other: fresh water on one side and the salty sea waves on the other. German writer Thomas Mann used to spend his summers here. French Sartre was photographed on the dunes at one time. In late 19th century an artist colony formed here and many expressionist artists came here to paint. The artist colony is still here. Birding opportunities also abound, and nature is amazing. My five year old boy climbed the hill in the woods yesterday, and he was so excited, shouting: “mommy, mommy, come here, this is amazing! This is a fairyland!”
      The sands had shifted many times from natural forces and deforestation, and swallowed some old fishing villages. It is UNESCO world heritage site and the land use is strictly regulated as well as the access to the island. Only 6% of land is populated.

      • migarium says:

        I didn’t know a place like this on the planet Earth! Thank you! And it seems so beatiful. Those writers and artists seem right to choose this place. I checked there over the google, it is amazing my Earthling friend! And your boy is so right, and also so cute with his answer:) To see the planet through the children eyes gives us many peace and smile. I wished that every adult human being didn’t lose childhood’s imaginary.

        And besides I took the coordinates of it over the link in your comment. Next time, I will land on there with my ship! Yes, like human being, we can set an objective:) And thank you again, into these hot days, you gave me again peace and coolness:)

        • BeeHappee says:

          I am glad I can send some coolness your way, Migo. It has been cool here indeed, only about 16-18C. Children are our best teachers and hope for the better world. When a child stands in the middle of pine woods and watches each little ant, and exclaims excitedly: touch this piece of moss, it is soooooo soft! it seems all problems of the world get fixed. You can watch this little video of French Andre Stern talking about the ecology of childhood, it is beautiful:

          • migarium says:

            Thank you for the link my Earthling friend BeeHappee! I’ve watched it. I agree with AndrΓ© Stern. He seems he has interesting personality. He says in a moment at the video: “there is no better way to learn than playing”. Yes, this is totaly true. People are being obtruded to take education in a subject they never like or will like with the stereotyped ways. Into this system people wouldn’t develop to themselves about the vital situation for own species.

            And like the education with playing, to learn how to play especially plucked string instruments gives more skill for the children to learn and perception math and physic. Also guitar is fine for this:) To play these instruments could make better coordination amongst the five sense and brain communications. They create the new webs amongst the brain cells.

            And it is so wierd and I think the subject which needs to be examined by people is the puberty period. Because with this period human children are starting to give themselves into the natural instict and evolution. This is the rule I know, the mankind needs to reproduce own kind and spread. But there is really something wierd into the mankind’s hormonal conditions, because almost all things after then built over on it. I don’t know why scientists don’t examine this or don’t find a solution for this. Maybe, this is a profit situation for the capitalism, because to reproduce and the other things which will come after this instict are serving for capitalism aims.

            And you can’t predict how is useful your post!:) This week with begining the monday, the temperature is between 39-41C, (according to reports these temperature was last seen at june, 1982 in here) and felt temperature is about 45C. They say it will continue same until next monday. We are melting, and it is a miracle if we are breathing:))

  6. Hariod Brawn says:

    Quite delicious, dear Kristina, and you evoke such tender feeling for your homelands and childhood memories.

    • BeeHappee says:

      Thank you very much, Hariod. It is wonderful that our children remind us that our childhoods never end. πŸ™‚ Hope you are enjoying beautiful summer. The rich summer woods remind me how content we can be with all this goodness. Blueberry season started here, bucketfulls of strawberries, and mushrooms are starting to poke out after last week’s rains. πŸ™‚

  7. barnraised says:

    Love this one. Feels very light, airy, innocent and good for solstice. “Cloud knitted skies…”!

  8. Chris G says:

    Thanks (again) for sending us stuff. It was kind of you.

  9. Walking My Path: Mindful Wanderings in Nature says:

    What an absolutely beautiful poem, Kristina! I love how you find such inspiration in your children and in Nature. I feel your words in my heart.

    • BeeHappee says:

      Thank you, Mary! I am honored to know these words can reflect in your beautiful heart. I had missed your insightful posts, but understand that summers keep us all productively busy.

  10. Walking My Path: Mindful Wanderings in Nature says:

    Thank you Kristina. I have been having this very weird series of unpleasant technological trouble. I don’t know what’s going on. It’s been ridiculously not fun! Finally got a post up yesterday. But I am way behind reading posts. Again, though, this is such a beautiful poem!

  11. smilecalm says:

    a soaring,
    flying kind
    of love
    lingers πŸ™‚

  12. What an amazing place and such a wonderful poem Kristina as you lifted your sails coats into cloud-knitted skies… How wonderfully you weave your thoughts as you create such images within my mind..
    Loved this.. πŸ™‚ Sue ❀

    • BeeHappee says:

      Thank you, Sue! Wishing you good sailing as well through the winds warm or cold. πŸ™‚ Just before we left for Europe, we visited the shores of lake Superior on USA/Canadian border and stood at the shipwreck museum, and now spending much time on the shores of the Baltic sea, the history of these places, the bravery of these people, and the incredible force of nature, gives us so much inspiration and faith.

  13. Michael says:

    Such a beautiful poem, Kristina. Everything about it spoke to me of the way life moves through life– the swallowed village and the tiniest feather, the wind leaving the sea to tickle the shore, and the child climbing the hill to the sea. And of course it ends with blueberries! Ha! Delicious and evocative writing as ever, Kristina. It is writing that has the feel of the joy of the Earth tucked inside of its every turn…


    • BeeHappee says:

      Thank you, Michael, and apologies for late reply, we had been traveling, gathering up those blueberries and testing waters in all these wild beaches. πŸ™‚ It really is amazing to watch life move and to let go of resistance and follow its every turn.
      Thank you for your insightful feedback.

  14. lorriebowden says:

    Just wonderful…I had such a good feeling reading this. πŸ˜‰

  15. Zambian Lady says:

    Beautiful photos. I remember seeing a lot of amber items in Latvian shops, especially for souvenirs. I didn’t know that it was amber until your post.

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