This is the latest iteration in an ongoing (and originally unintended) series .
It’s a recurring image that appears to me, like a dream, and then demands another projection on this blog’s screen.
I see it when I am feeling out of sorts with life.
That “in between” place; neither/nor; the netherworld.
This time around it feels like the whole coronavirus – worried world is of an uncertain mind.
We are mostly, then, somewhere under the wharf and above the waves…for now.
Stay safe people,hang on to the pilings!
Wenderholm, NZ. March 2020
Washed up and trapped on the rocks below a cliff, beneath the hot sun, a bleached out log speaks of the netherworld.
Defying the elements.
Light, wind and water may continue to shape that which has no longer any cause to be concerned by it.
Where it grew, what it sheltered – none of that matters now.
Lying in state; in a state of transition.
From expansion to deterioration.
And back again…
(see Beach And Bleached for more glimpses of the place between)
The ‘Wharf ‘ picture series continues – this time blurred, black and blue, which is how things look and feel in the nether world.
Twixt and ‘tween land, where you exist as other, and neither (above or below, that is).
You can scope the previous ‘Wharf ‘ posts to see where this theme comes from, if you are so minded.
My meditation on this scene is a little different this time around:
What lies between fighting the truth and running from it?
Wiser than fighting, braver than running, and harder than both…
As I have said before – be the barnacle!
This can be a thing in restaurants – a tasty morsel, in this case a decadent dessert – on an oversize plate. Odd. This was such an extreme example I had to take a shot.
Which got me to thinking about those times in life which are not exactly brimming over and dripping onto the carpet.
You know, when you are between jobs or relationships, or a time of loss – and there is empty, and sometimes uncomfortable, space. We crave that time and space when life is frantic and when we are at odds with the life path we want or hope for, there is more of it than we want.
What to do with unwelcome time and space?
It’s a bit like the expanse of white china above – a blank canvas so to speak. The time of emptiness may become a place of renewal and re-creation, something massive in your life. Not something to fill the gap for the sake of it, but an opportunity to change something that’s not working, or head down a new path entirely.
And if that sounds all too much, you could at least sprinkle some f**king fairy dust, like icing sugar ,all over your plate….