The Bridge

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This stunning modern suspension bridge over the Firth of Forth was certainly worth a picture, as we crossed over it late last year( don’t worry, I took this photo from the passenger seat! ).

Serious wires!

As I have been filling my musical boots with vintage sounds of late, may I take you on a  transatlantic leap to the somewhat older but equally stellar Brooklyn Bridge, which I was fortunate to have walked over as a young bloke.

Artwork of it features on the cover of  a 1982 album ‘The Bridge’, by jazz/fusion keyboardist David Sancious. Sancious may be better known to rockers as an early member of Bruce Springsteen’s E Street Band.

A YouTube link to the sublime title track ,an old favourite of mine, is below, if  you have the time to embark on a sprawling aural trip of your own…

 

Spiral

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Spotted, in a church bell tower, before a wedding.

Spiral staircases are fantastic pieces of design, giving maximum verticality in limited space.

Spirals are found in many places in nature – in seashells; in the patterns of our own DNA; in galaxies of stars.

I reflect that I have spiraled both upwards and down in my own life.

The thing with spirals is that they cross over themselves at different levels.

I have found myself at different stages of life crossing over myself, or at least a version of myself.

Oh yeah, I think, maybe I have been here before; but at another level, in another time.

And when I find myself in one of those occasional downwards spirals, I have to remind myself that the set of stairs ascends also.

The newlyweds will learn that too…

Transitory

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You can’t make this stuff up really.

Perfect cumulus cloud puffs arrayed in the sky, as they were late yesterday afternoon at home.

So perfect they don’t look real.

But it’s not the form of the clouds that really exercises my mind . It’s their fleeting, transitory nature.

Always appearing from out of nowhere, adorning the moment and then moving on, never to be replicated exactly.

You cannot capture clouds, save in photos.

And all that does is freeze their vapoury uncertainty to fit a frame that cannot ever contain their truth.

Rather than pillowy comfort, I associate clouds with uneasy change.

Change, and being fully present in the moment, are challenges for me – clouds are thus my ultimate mindfulness tools, for their unique presence cannot last…

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(for more clouded thoughts, see: Cloud’s Illusions ).

 

All Washed Up

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Are you finished yet ?

Washed up.

Like desiccated, limp seaweed.

On a shore of equally broken shells.

Maybe you were dragged to this place unwillingly, or you just meandered your way here on the sea swells.

The how is irrelevant.

As is the why.

The question is : Is it true?

That you are done.

That your worth is spent.

I think not.

Prove ’em wrong.

More importantly, prove it yourself.

Lead yourself to new climes.

You owe your spirit that much at least.

 

Are you finished yet ?