Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Digging Around


I have a New Zealand bone carving my mother gave me when I was little curled up in a fiddlehead, and she has a limestone of similar. Then when I think and ponder other things given to me from New Zealand family its really neat to make those connections ….. a book mark made of Rimu Timber that has the spirals of the fiddlehead ingrained in it; my key chain has a mini fiddlehead on it, and Polynesian shirt I have back at my parents. They are taking over my life.
Perhaps the fiddlehead also symbolizes the emergence or re-emergence of the many creative spirits in our class … not to sound sappy or anything. Perhaps it would be appropriate to say “Go Fiddleheads!” … Make me and the ferns proud.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

You have explained the symbolism of the fiddlehead very well and I find myself most informed. I particularly like the connection you made between fiddleheads and its symbolism for our cohort - and no it wasn't too sappy (but just on the borderline!--just joking). Thanks for sharing Matthew.

Chirtie said...

Thanks for sharing your personal history with the fiddlehead!

Brandon said...

Hi Matthew,
I love your blog. The sunset and the fiddlehead are very beautiful. I ate my first fiddlehead when I was first married. We lived in a little cabin by the Fraser River(no running water, telephone or electicity) My husband told me we could eat them, so we pick a bunch, boiled them, added butter, salt and pepper and ate them. They were very delicious.
thanks for sharing your thoughts on the fiddlehead
Bev

In da eyes of da beholder... said...

You certainly are the best Matthewson, man, you sure know how to put a smile on my face. And yes, right back at ya, "Go fiddlehead, go!" Awww, your the best. I will be watching for more:)

Alyson Schultz said...

I've never thought so much about a fiddlehead before. I'm impressed at your interest and commitment! They certainly are pretty nifty little plants!