Dang! It has been FOREVER since I posted here at Hive-Arts. Life has a way of running amuck, and keeping us from the creative endeavors that nurture us. As a writer, I’ve learned that my passion for words often gets in the way of my body’s needs. Sitting in a chair, hammering out articles, stories, social media connects has left me too old too soon. I GOTTA GET MORE EXERCISE! In the past two years, my body has started screaming, “Enough!” And in the midst of that, I hear other types of needs, calling me: The grandkids and their school stuff, special community projects, my extended family. I get dragged off into the woods, neglecting this part of my work for the storytelling world. So, like Rip Van Winkle, I’ve just been in a deep sleep about my website.
When Rip returned to his much changed village, folks thought that they were seeing a ghost. And he was certain that he was lost in a dream. Or was it a nightmare? Yes, I’m still alive. I’m not a ghost speaking to you from the other side. I’m just lazy. I get pre-occupied. I flit from one project to another. AND LIKE RIP, I LOSE TRACK OF TIME!
So glad you’re still poking around here.
BZ’S NOTES: Washington Irving wrote this story in 1819. Set in those times before America’s Revolutionary War, it tells of life in a Dutch-American village at the foot of the Catskill Mountains. A young idle ne’er-do-well wanders off into the mountains to chase his dog and escape his haranguing wife. There he meets a group of strange men, who invite him to play a game of nine-pins. After much drinking, gambling, and fol-de-rol young Van Winkle falls asleep in the forest, only to wake up 20 years later. He wanders back to a village where he is a stranger, even to his own family. The world kept on turning, changing, evolving, while our hero R.V.W. slept.
In 1905 the amazing book illustrator, Arthur Rackham, published the first fully illustrated edition of Irving’s classic tale, 46 years after Irving’s death. I love this illustration of the storyteller’s shadow-hands echoing on the wall behind the huddled and a bit nervous children.
In my early days of discovering children’s literature, I was quickly drawn to Arthur Rackham’s unique and vivid style. Such a gift! And then what about Washington Irving himself? Not only did he write Rip Van Winkle, but who could ever forget his masterpiece, the Legend of Sleepy Hollow?