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!

Reflection

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‘Reflection’

Peak autumn on the Tamaki River at low tide; the clear blue sky is reflected in the water lying atop the mudflats at low tide. Plenty of time right now for me to likewise do a bit of reflection in the suspended state that is lockdown, whilst out walking.

The perfect mini soundtrack to this all comes from American new age/neo-classical pianist George Winston:

Enjoy !

 

Blue Swirl Reflections

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Geometric swirls of a carved gateway to a Maori marae ( meeting  place) reimagined in blue, and mirrored.

Not as the carver intended, but how it was in my mind’s eye, on a day where the mood was blue, little was calm in my head and mental waves churned like the sea below the marae.

And, after a little reflection (so to speak), I’m okay with that.

 

Baby Rockpool

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A small rockpool on the Tamaki River at low tide.

Seawater trapped in a sandstone circle. The next tide will free it.

Meanwhile, there’s maybe just enough space and water to bathe a baby…or to reflect your face… or to throw a coin in, and wish…

I adore small perfectly formed things ,and today I wish for them to come my way, and yours!