‘Whirl Of Pain’
This is for those trapped in a whirl of pain; the razor wire of your personal hell encircling you.
You don’t need to be told what pain feels like.
But you have to believe there is some good in you, and the world, and that you will find it somehow.
Just in the same way that there is light and sky through the wire in the photo,”beyond” awaits…
Oysters on rocks, Karaka Bay, NZ
Pacific oysters, both whole and broken, pale and with jagged edges, cling to tidal rocks.
Like barnacles and limpets, oysters signify tenacity to me; holding firm against the elements, whether submerged or exposed to the sun.
The reward of eating the delicious molluscs comes with hard work in opening them, and risk of being cut in the process.
I have a love/hate relationship with the creatures – I love the taste and will eat them every which way, but have had my feet painfully slashed by their shells on a number of occasions whilst swimming at my favourite local spots.
They are just difficult, I suppose, as their own survival and life is difficult.
Hmm, I can think of some people I know like that….
If sitting a atop this pointy, gothic fence would not be a particularly comfortable proposition, neither is it when we do so in a metaphysical sense.
There is pain in procrastination; injury in indecision.
Doing neither one thing nor the other is often more tortuous than the perceived risk of doing something new or different, so you may as well jump (if I may be so pointed)…
“Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep yourself open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in life’s search for love and wisdom.”