Moored

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‘Moored’

 

This is the last in sequence of seven posts featuring boats and boatyards, all taken on a wet and dreary afternoon on Auckland’s Tamaki River a couple of days ago.

Not that I am any sort of boatie or seafarer. Far from it, but I do like the look of small vessels and the idea of travel across water in them.

There is just something in the idea of the intrepid voyage that captivates and inspires me.

However, in the photo, the yachts are at their moorings. In the other pictures there are boats up on the hard, on cradles for storage or maintenance, or tied by ropes to a wharf.

In hiatus.

Going nowhere fast.

Frustrating, right?

Boats are for sailing, but they can’t do that without repair, repainting and a general overhaul from time to time.

It is necessary, as much part of sailing or boating as getting out on the water.

When the vessels are at rest, it is also time for their owners and skippers to chart new courses and dream of great excursions.

And, thus prepared, adventures await…

 

Rain Delay

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A damp scene at the lawn bowls last season.

It’s a summer game really, not that you would know it from this picture.

The rains have come, and the water is pooling on the green.

Play is delayed while we wait for the sun to re-emerge, and the little lakes that have formed, to dissipate.

Nothing to do in the meantime  – just wait.

Contemplate your navel, the universe, whatever…

Have a cup of tea.

Chat amongst yourselves, people.

For it is a mere hiatus – play will recommence shortly.

 

 – Remember, this too shall pass –

 

 

 

Mind The Gap

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I don’t mind, actually.

No, not the sort of gap pictured – that could end a little messily at the wrong time.

I mean the hiatus; the space in between; the fallow period – call it what you will.

Elsewhere on this site I have explored whether being in that place ,willingly or not, is such a bad thing. See  Hiatus (Never Mind The Gap!) and In Transition  ,for example.

In the not too distant past, I found myself in a major life hiatus. At first I resented being in nowhere land(or at least that was how I saw it to be ). There were none of the usual markers and signifiers that routine and being busy, busy offered.

What I slowly grasped was that there I did not need to prove anything to anyone, did not to need to analyse the situation,  or agonise over what was next .In fact I just had to – be. That was uncomfortable for me but massively liberating in the end.

New things and miracles happened without me chasing them. This blogsite is not named accidentally.

It’s often said that we learn most from adversity or our mistakes,and that may be often true. However I think that the real progress is made in the “after space” of those things .

Self-realisation and change occur in that gap in events where motion stops, and we have time and permission to rest with our being and the universe.

You just can’t squeeze that shit in walking to the shops or in a coffee break between jobs….

 

 

This Site Is Under Reconstruction

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This site is under reconstruction.

No, not this blogsite – the empty building above  – draped in its exoskelton of metallic scaffolding and serving only a current purpose of a concrete canvas for graffiti.

A punctured and besmirched exterior for sure but she has solid bones ,and great potential in someone’s eyes.

The site is devoid of construction activity presently,dormant and just a bit sad ,if a building can be called sad.

I’ve talked about it before but there it is again, that gap or hiatus where nothing appears to be going on .But something is stirring and rebirth and a new purpose are sure to come.

Watch this space…

Hiatus (Never Mind The Gap!)

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Yesterday I went to the funeral  I mentioned in my previous post ,and it  got me thinking. Not about death(although that would be the ultimate hiatus!),but about taking a pause in life’s endeavours.It could be voluntary or thrust upon us.

I was speaking to an old friend at the funeral I had not seen for many years and he was in hiatus mode,and waiting for his next work/vocational opportunity.Waiting around can be hard , sometimes even harder than being in the middle of some major work or relationship ,which demands constant action but has the comfort of the known. As we wait, anxiety and boredom may creep in, self-doubt also.Those emotions and behaviours in themselves can give us learnings.

On the positive side,there is the opportunity to refresh and recalibrate.Taking a break from the known gives new perspective on what it is we do,the hows and the whys of those things.Modern life is not particularly geared to reflection,and it not often seen as a virtue.It is non – linear thinking and it is hard to show proof of its utilitarian worth.

And,as nature apprently abhors a vacuum,a hiatus is not nothing. It will fill itself with new inspiration and wonders ;the universe will pour in if we allow it.

My second son took  a hiatus in study last year ,and worked a couple of jobs.He simply wasn’t ready for university study.That used to be called  a’ gap’ year – like something you fall down. Maybe you never climb back out…. I have heard it called a ‘bridge’ year now and  I think I like that better,the idea of travelling over the unknown to the other side,whatever  that is.The universe is preparing us for the whatever next,often without us being conscious of it.

The photo above depicts low cloud hanging almost to ground level on a volcanic plateau.The wind has died away. Still,and just a bit eerie.That cloud actually obscures a spectacular,picturesque  mountain.It’s there,it’s just not visible to you now.After the hiatus,when the winds pick up and disperse the cloud, the mountain ,the next thing ,will hopefully be clear.