Private

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‘Private’

A wrought iron gate cordons off a small and somewhat mysterious flight of stone stairs in the Tower of London.

The sign spells out the obvious.

It’s a classier warning sign than the one I featured in the recent post No Admittance, butĀ  amounts to the same thing really.

The bars pictured here are signifiers of more than privacy – they emphatically spell isolation.

The Tower, in bygone times, was home to many prisoners, who I suspect had way more privacy than they would have liked…

No Admittance

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‘Private Property. No admittance’, the battered sign on the fence proclaims.

It’s subtle code for:

” Not in my backyard”

” Keep the hell away”

and,

” F**k off ( pretty please)”

We can all hang that sign out from time.

I get it.

The need for self – preservation runs deep.

But as a usual modus operandi, it is a doomed stratagem.

Putting up walls, or even wire mesh perimeter fencing with forbidding signage, will give us privacy but also isolation.

Isolation, self- imposed or otherwise; loneliness – they kill as surely as war and disease.

It pays to remember, before we put out theĀ  rusty old ‘no admittance’ sign, that potential trespassers might be bringing unexpected gifts and even total strangers may become firm friends.

 

 

 

 

Unknown Destination

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‘Unknown Destination’

 

The path to whatever is next in our lives stretches ahead.

The end of the track cannot be seen and there is no certainty as to what lies ahead.

We can be in trepidation of the unknown, but we can also be encouraged in our journey.

For we have already undertaken that hardest part of it.

Fear of leaving the known is usually greater than fear of the unknown.

And we do not arrive at “whatever next” without first stepping the track.

The pathway itself will provide the things we need, the tools, to reach the destination.

The journey, then, becomes as important as wherever we are moving to.