“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
‘The Other Side Of Fear’
“Ultimately we know deeply that the other side of every fear is a freedom” – Marilyn Ferguson
‘Innocent And Shy’
“I am convinced that most people do not grow up …our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias.” – Maya Angelou
‘Onion Dome Views’
Two views of the onion dome atop the band rotunda in Auckland Domain.
You may as well have an onion quote too:
” Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.”
– Carl Sandberg
“Be bold. When you embark for strange places, don’t leave any of yourself safely on shore. Have the nerve to journey into unexplored territory”.
– Alan Alda
‘Walk The Path’
“No one saves us but ourselves.
No one can and no one may.
We ourselves must walk the path.”
‘Slake The Thirst’
“The World thirsts for love; you will come and slake its thirst” – Arthur Rimbaud
“I enter the world called real as one enters a mist” – Julien Green
You would think, wouldn’t you, that getting to reality, or even a sense of the real, would be easy or obvious.
We can tell an object is real because we can see or touch it.
Not so matters of life and the soul.
There is often the pain of the upwards mountainous trudge and the sheer f**king foggy uncertainty of it all.
Not immediately knowing what is true, and not getting to any semblance of the truth any time soon.
It is only step by faltering step, day by grinding day, that we find our shrouded reality.
” Healing doesn’t have to look magical or pretty. Real healing is hard, exhausting and draining. Let yourself go through it. Don’t try to paint it as anything other than what it is. Be there for yourself with no judgment.” – Audrey Kitching
‘Now To Spread Yer Wings’ April 2020
If, right now, you more time than usual to contemplate your lockdown self, consider this:
“You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling. So don’t. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly”.
(and try not to shit on others from great heights when you get there)
” If you ask me what the most grotesque thing about alcoholism was I’d have said, indeed I did so over and over to anyone who asked – and plenty who didn’t – it wasn’t the physical stuff, it wasn’t the humiliating death stuff… it was the sadness. I called it my angst. A suitable august, Germanic word for a basement depression that was fathomless and occasionally erupted in gasping panic. And even when locked away it would seep out and sour every other emotion, like bitters in milk. Alcoholic despair is a thing apart, created by the drink that is a depressant, but also the architect of all the pratfall calamities that fuel it. Alcohol is the only medication the drunk knows and trusts, a perfectly hopeless circle of angst, and it is powered by a self-loathing that is obsessively stoked and fed. And it’s that – the personally awarded, vainly accepted disgust – that makes it so hard to sympathise with drunks. Nothing you can say or do comes close to the wreaths of guilt we lay at our own cenotaph.”
– A.A .Gill, from “Pour Me: A Life.” (highlights mine, as were the lowlights…)
“The truth and the facts aren’t necessarily the same thing. Telling the truth is the object of all art; facts are what the unimaginative have instead of ideas.”
– A.A Gill
“When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us”
– Alexander Graham Bell
The first part of this quote is almost a cliché.
It is, fortunately for us, very often true.
The second part is a wisdom to bear in mind though.
I can personally attest to lingering at closed doors ,thus missing out on openings, but I have learnt over time to quickly look elsewhere when something just isn’t to be .
The photo is of some of the most impressive doors in my bag of pictures, just to remind myself that a beautiful closed door is still just a closed door…
” If the house of the world is dark, love will find a way to make windows.”
“If you hold a cat by the tail you learn things you cannot learn any other way.”
– Mark Twain
Pictured recently, yours truly, seated with a bronze statue of the great man (real name: Samuel Clemens). As close as I will get to meeting him!
I have long admired Twain’s wry humour and sage veracity.
Like the quote above – you laugh first and then the wisdom drags you in and sits you right down, as you reflect on hard life lessons.
I sometimes feel his writing gets me, rather than the other way around.
When I was a young man I took a Greyhound bus from Chicago to New Orleans ( helluva long ride!), and the road more or less followed the Mississippi River south after St. Louis. My best companion on the journey was Twain’s ‘Life On the Mississippi’, published in 1883 . A great read – fantastic tales of diverse folk, working and up to all sorts otherwise, on the river back in the day (it’s well worth searching out).
It just made my trip feel damn boring by comparison though…
“Whether we call it sacrifice, or poetry, or adventure, it is always the same voice that calls”
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Just one question really – what is it that calls you over your known edge, past your fear, to that thing beyond ?
“You cannot, in human experience, rush into the light. You have to go through the twilight into the broadening day before the noon comes and the full sun is upon the landscape.” – Woodrow Wilson
Those words sum up my own experience; my picture recreates its memory and serves as a reminder.
When you know a darkness, it is tempting, when you are leaving it, to want to parade in the fullness of light.
However, in the ‘tween time – the twilight – you get to really know show the shapes and forms of the important things, dimly lit as they are.You feel them deeply, even as you peer though the mystical interplay of shadows and light.
There will be plenty of time for full light to illumine all the details…
“Sometimes we do not want to avoid the Void. When someone gives us flowers, it’s nice to have an empty vase. Finding an empty train carriage is a stroke of luck; an empty motorway is almost a miracle. Making the first pen strokes in an empty notebook or the first steps in an empty new house are sources of pure delight.”
-Louise van Swaaij & Jean Klare,‘The Atlas Of Experience’
For a void is not nothing! Even if a void is a scary prospect, it is also the realm of the infinite possible.
“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall”
( or,an ebb tide will give way to a flood…)
“And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of”