Only Clinging On (Shell Game)

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‘Only Clinging On (Shell Game)’

Tiny mussels and barnacles, thousands of them, cling to a rock in the sea, which in turn is enveloped in the tide’s swirl.

Fragility plays relentlessness in this particular shell game.

Sometimes I feel like one of those small molluscs or crustaceans, insignificant and only clinging on to life.

Those are the days that you hold on to whatever hope you have, and it doesn’t matter what it is…

Ebbed Out, Not Effed Up

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‘Ebbed Out, Not Effed Up’

So, the tide has ebbed and gone out.

Your flow has flown, so to speak.

Maybe it’s a rock bottom.

Or perhaps you’re just lying on the mud and silt; motionless, hanging onto your ropes and reflecting only yourself dimly.

But, you are not f**ked up, not finished yet – the next tide will come to re-purpose you – just you wait and see!

Fog Inside My Head

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I can remember where I took this picture.

It was in the hill country just north of Taumaranui in the central North Island, at a highway rest stop.

I  can describe the weather.

There was a fog, like smoke, opaque and wispy at turns, drifting through the pines and scrub, leaving all damp to the touch.

But I truly know what fog feels like.

For it was in my head, in a troubled time, when there was no clarity and no respite and for a brief period, no hope.

And even though I have climbed out of the worst of it, there are still moments, small intervals, when the fog returns from banishment.

Very frustratingly, I might add.

Then I remember that the fog must lift, and the sun come through, as it did a only a few minutes down the road…

 

 

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 ?

Failure Loops

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What does failure look like?…feel like?

Like the shore with the tide receded and just not coming back in.

Like a tree stripped of leaves, branches twisted over into loops.

For failure can be a cycle, a seemingly endless loop.

And when you are in that loop, you feel so, so, stuck.

The harder you try, the worse it all seems to get.

The loop becomes a tightening noose.

All you do is hope and  pray for anything that will act as a circuit breaker.

And when you find it, or the universe brings the tide back in, that will be success.

Remember then what failure looks and feels like, and appreciate that success.

Because you can’t truly know success without having experienced failure.

The New Flow

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Walked down to the river shore this afternoon to calm my head.

An ebb tide, about as far out as can be.

Mudflats, shell banks, strewn rocks exposed.

And layered and eroded sandstone, captured in this photo and then subjected to some post-production flight of fancy.

Something bright, molten and fluid resulted.

It brought to mind, and to life, a poem I wrote a while back ( I don’t write many) and posted here:  Bond / Flow

This is for those who have ever lost hope.

Peace,Andy L.

 

Blue Spring

If in the last post Blue Moses, Moses had the blues, I think I have them too today, or at least a nagging sense of disquiet.

But blue is also the colour of the pictured spring, one of the special places I love, where water bubbles up from deep down and there is richness and amazing clarity.

Hope springs eternal, right?

 

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Hanurama Springs, Rotorua  NZ

Wooden Flower

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Contemporary Pasifika carved artwork catches the sun on a building exterior in Auckland yesterday.

An enclosed flower at the centre of the design ,lines radiating outwards.

Abstract symbols that spoke to me yesterday of gratitude and hope.

That may or may not be what was intended  by the carver.

Beauty in the eye of the beholder ,and so forth.

In the same way ,the power of symbols lies in simple representations, over which we overlay the complex realities of our own lives.

Condensed  and visible symbols help us more easily make sense of our world.

If you could express who you are ,or maybe just the day you are having, as a symbol, what would it be?

Not An Oncoming Train

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 “The light at the end of the tunnel is an oncoming train”

You’ve probably heard this saying before; amusing yes, cynical definitely!

The problem though, is that if you are trapped in a never ending tunnel, figuratively speaking, you do not expect to see light again, and even faint hope can look like something that will betray and smash you to pieces.

But what if it is not a train?

What if it really is the end of darkness?

The belief that the light is real and is not in fact a threat is called HOPE .