…what will we find beneath the surface?…
…what will we find beneath the surface?…
‘Cross The Sky II’
‘Phoenix & Flames’
… from the flames, starting anew, rising again…
‘House Of Myself’
…entering in, again, the house of myself. a light beckons, the home fire burns still – the spirit finds rest where i belong…
‘A Lantern To Shine’
…you’ve got yours, i’ve got mine, every single soul, a lantern to shine…
‘Circle Of Light’
light is a circle
reaching around the darkness
that would engulf you
‘Arches Within Arches’
…as it is with god, the more you search, the more you find…
…your soul, floating in the great beyond, beautiful…
…we may travel dark paths, but there is always a light beyond…
‘A Sunday Place‘
…just one of many, many places that god might be found today…
“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.
‘The Church Below The Mountain’
Biomimicry – where animals mimic their surrounds, and man made objects copy nature.
In this shot of an Anglican church in a small New Zealand town, the church’s roof and steeple mirror the apex of the mountain and the trees jutting from it.
Sometimes imitation isn’t just flattery; it can be aspirational.
Aren’t we all reaching upwards for a touch of heaven?
The church is handsome, but as in the story of Moses, it’s always the mountain that challenges and inspires.
‘Stepping It Out’
Stepping up, stepping down
steps cut both ways you know
take them to the top
or to the place below
if I cross you on the steps
let’s swap notes
on our destinations
or maybe stay awhile
in the middle
content without extremes
we step it out
the increments mark our time.
When it all gets a bit tangled and gloomy, we all need a guiding light, someone or something, to see us through.
Song for the day, to match, from Television’s classic 1977 debut album, ‘Marquee Moon’:
“Guiding light, guiding light
guiding through these nights”
Given that a belief is just that, and not a fact or certainty, what does that place beyond belief look like ?
Asked another way, what is the substance of your faith and hope?
And, if you get to that place or find that thing, would you actually realise that you are there or what it was ?
None of which questions I can answer but I have the nagging feeling (not a belief, mind) that I have actually arrived at some of those places beyond belief , only for those beliefs to change, and so too, the destination.
All clear then?
Oh, and I will let you know when and if I get there….
“In a dark time, the eye begins to see.”
– Theodore Roethke
You can’t regret dark times, if through that darkness you come to appreciate the light and see life afresh…
Maize, Glenbrook Beach NZ
A young crop of maize in rows on a friend’s land today.
Such a sense of order and design is very appealing to the neat freak in me!
We have got to set definite plans for new ventures and things that will grow us, I know.
But sometimes, despite those plans, growth is haphazard or sprawling. At other times nothing appears to be happening at all. Or worse, the new seedlings wilt and die.
To grow is to accept that there will be pain, frustration and unpredictability. There is a need to be patient when there is no immediate yield. I need to remind myself of this almost daily – at times I am a lousy sharecropper in my own life growth.
To leave your field bare is not an option though.
“Don’t go through life, grow through life” – Eric Butterworth
dive then deeper
seeker of pearls
and hidden treasure
or remained drowned
“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…