Tuesday, August 2, 2016
And pluck till time and times are done
Maybe we are all looking for that moment of discovery and wonder. Maybe that's the draw of Gacha. I started writing this post, and my first thought was, "I went down to the Gacha Garden," and was immediately reminded of Yeats. Okay, I was actually reminded of the wrong Yeats poem (The Song of Wandering Aengus rather than Down by the Salley Garden), but when I re-read it, I realized why.
The poem is about a boy who goes fishing, and catches a magical fish in the cold hours of dawn in the hazel wood. When he catches the fish, he unhooks it and lays it on the floor, turning to fan the fire for cooking. But the fish becomes a girl with hair covered in apple blossoms, who says his name softly before running away on a teasing game of chase... The poem's last stanza is in retrospect, from the point of view of the boy as an old man. He's been trying to find the girl for all of these years, and will not give up hope. He dreams of kissing her, holding her hand and walking through beautiful orchards, picking for her the silver and gold apples of the orbs.
What are we doing when we play Gacha, or really buy anything, but attempting to re-create this joy of discovery? If we could trade in money for the awe of finding something imaginative and lovely, why not?
And so, of course: I went down to the Gacha Garden, and many things of wonder did I find.
CAE Sucre bracelet for Gacha Garden with ice cream, gummy bear, lolly, and candy charms
DOE April hair in twotone for Gacha Garden
S&P Oktoberfest clogs in sand, collar in sand, harness, lederhosen in olive, and stockings in black for Gacha Garden
Promagic glasses in beige for Gacha Garden