tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391798762890592266.post4109174359477099094..comments2023-04-09T06:09:52.868-07:00Comments on *tiny twinklings*: A Rhyming Dictionary "Álfhól", and other thoughts on Icelandic elvesMarisa Sprinklepuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14174436310379261208noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391798762890592266.post-74428312687611440822015-07-29T01:39:17.224-07:002015-07-29T01:39:17.224-07:00The first time I attempted to reply to this (darn ...The first time I attempted to reply to this (darn you, tablet!), I had just hiked along the Kenai River, and it's a good thing too because otherwise I would have been lonesome for this unbelievable Rio Celeste of which you speak! The Kenai's color is not so saturated but it's milky glacial runoff blue-green hue is equally as beautiful, I believe :) I know your description of the river's color mechanism is scientific but it sounds like poetry in my head- so entrancing, so magical!<br /><br />I love this hauntingly beautiful story of your sweet little ghost so much, and the thought that we are all just tiny little souls in need of a little love. Thank you so much for sharing, what a touching tale <3<br /><br />It really was such a cute cabin, and oh man, we had no trouble whatsoever enjoying ourselves, of THAT I can assure you :DMarisa Sprinklepuffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14174436310379261208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391798762890592266.post-85993882452216726142015-07-20T12:58:10.977-07:002015-07-20T12:58:10.977-07:00Gosh, this polish is such a beautiful shade of blu...Gosh, this polish is such a beautiful shade of blue! Marisa, have you ever heard of the Rio Celeste in Costa Rica? It's in the cloud forest of the Volcano Tenorio National Park in the northern part of the country, a small river with brilliant milky blue waters that your pics of this pretty polish remind me of exactly. The Rio Celeste's color happens when colliodal aluminuminosilicates react to the acidic waters of a tributary, forming light-scattering particles that are sizeable enough to produce a magical shade of bright blue. I'm not a big traveler any more, much less to hot and humid rainforests full of gazillions of creepy crawlies where you have to rid a bus up tiny mountain roads and then hike miles and miles to get where you want to go, but if I were the Rio Celeste is the sort of place I would want to go.<br /><br />What a wonderful story about the Singing Cave! You articulated the rarefied atmosphere of the scene so perfectIy that I got all goosebumpy when I was reading it! I've never had an experience in nature quite like that, but then I don't go much farther afield than Virginia. When I was little my best friend and I were obsessed with faeries and other wee folk and spent hours and hours creating little habitats by the stream that ran through her yard. To this day I can't see a stream without thinking about how absorbing and wonderful these kinds of beliefs are. <br /><br />I have, however, heard a ghost. In this very house. A baby girl was stillborn here in 1928, and from time to time when we first moved here I would hear the faint cries of an infant. A friend who visited during that time heard her too, so it wasn't just me. But I haven't heard her in a long time. When our peonies bloom in the spring, I take a bud and place it on her grave in Mount Sparrow Cemetary just down the road. I like to think that being remembered that way has soothed her tiny soul. Of course, it could just as easily be me soothing my own tiny soul that's responsible for the absence, but you never know!<br /><br />OMG! That cottage is just about the cutest thing I'VE EVER SEEN! I'm always happy to hear about your adventures, current and past, and I'm really happy that you're enjoying yourself in Alaska.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16135968514878220352noreply@blogger.com