“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
‘Get A Grip’
…on yourself, on reality, just…get…a …grip…
‘Weave A Web’
Weave a web; a grand design.
You create it from your very being; you can find your way along the threads.
And what you want to attract will come into it.
Weave away, then.
…how exactly does one be softer, without going completely soft? – that’s what I’d like to know – i really like it that roses can be all billowy and still thorny at the same time…
‘What I Wish For’
…light, growth, serenity…
‘Alone, Not Lonely’
...some things should not be confused for each other…
…take it easy; know your limits; don’t get all tied up…
On my recent road trip up north, I passed through the magnificent Waipoua Forest.
Kauri trees are the great trees of Aotearoa/New Zealand, and the forest contains the largest specimens of them.
To look up the straight trunks into the leafy canopy is to be simply awe struck.
I often find myself “crouching down”, in a metaphysical sense at least, rather than “standing tall”. Lacking self-confidence; doubting myself; the sort of shit that plagues many of us, I suspect.
If I have any resolution for the New Year it is to be like the kauri trees pictured – tall in spirit, standing proud.
‘Blue And Louvred’
…for the down and shuttered times that come, and must also pass…
‘Get Put In Your Place, Die There’
‘Dig Me Up, Plant Me Out’
…growth, where there was none…
‘Within Your Grasp’
…you may feel you are clutching at thin air at times – keep reaching – you are within touching distance of what you want and where you need to be…
‘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…
…I came to the garden for peace and softness – there was none to be found…
‘Come Summer I Will Be Verdant’
‘I Looked Up’
In dark days, I couldn’t see my way clear.
Others said “you will get through this”.
In time, I found the belief of others and the impenetrable melted away….
…there is nothing more certain, when all is smooth sailing, than that the winds will pick up and the whitecaps kick up…
‘Only Clinging On (Shell Game)’
Tiny mussels and barnacles, thousands of them, cling to a rock in the sea, which in turn is enveloped in the tide’s swirl.
Fragility plays relentlessness in this particular shell game.
Sometimes I feel like one of those small molluscs or crustaceans, insignificant and only clinging on to life.
Those are the days that you hold on to whatever hope you have, and it doesn’t matter what it is…
On the surface of things, it’s a tranquil scene of coastal New Zealand.
Nothing disturbing, but something is disturbed.
The high winds and hard rain blew through here only minutes ago.
In the distance, there is a thick haze.
It is neither fog nor smoke.
The sand off the dunes and sandspit has been temporarily displaced into the air.
What was on the ground is now airborne.
There are those moments in our lives too, when havoc wreaks and major disturbance occurs.
When everything is up in the air.
It’s uncomfortable for sure.
But when you are in that space there is, if nothing else, the chance to see things from another, different, perspective.
And sometimes after the chaos, there will be a sense of tranquility.
If you are in “the churn”, I hope you find that, I really do.