We cannot mistake the track for the journey.
A track, like the one pictured, can be arid and stony, hard and winding.
When winter comes, it will become soft and muddy, difficult and at times seemingly impassable.
Varied conditions for sure but whatever they look and feel like, tracks are purely functional.
They take you where you need to go.
We obsess about tracks – upward and downward trajectories, paths to success, shortcuts – while missing the point that the journey is everything, and that having reached whatever lies on the horizon we see now, another, different, horizon presents itself to us.
Whatever track we are on is just the necessary means by which the journey of ourselves unfolds.
Shot of a freighter approaching port, laden with containers of anticipated goodies.
Often we are the person on the dock, waiting for our ship to come in.
Some great upturn in our fortunes, the perfect significant other, a better job or perhaps winning the lottery!
You know what? That ship may be on the horizon, but the beautiful, ever changing sea is right before you, and breaking on your shore.
You don’t even need to wait.
Your future is with you, now.
Another fearsome pou ,this time depicting Taikehu, an ancestral figure of Auckland Maori.
See his companion piece here in my previous post: Gaze Of Hoturoa
It is the constant remembrance of tipuna (ancestors)by Maori that I admire greatly.
Western thinking is so much in the now, and while that can be a good thing, we should not forget the sacrifice and leadership of those who have gone before. They connect and ground us to our physical and metaphysical place in the world, and they inspire our futures.