 Shifting skies
I realise I have become a woman who falls in love with the sky every day, drawn to greys, white and blues reflecting time’s shifting moods. Mirroring my own changing states, it seems nothing stays the same very long. Keep moving like the clouds.
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 Orange moon
These January skies, when the day ends with pinks and oranges vying for attention - harbingers of sleepless nights full of foxes attracting mates and upsetting the dog - these skies make my heart long for longer light and a full moon to meet under.  Language maps
Words are like signs on a map, altitude lines relate to mountains the way love as a word is nothing like the feeling in my heart. Woven into language we connect through words with people who share our map. But words tempt us to take them for the territory, risking loss of connection with the real the essential life-giving meaning.  Some music does this (IV)
Some music connects us with kindred spirits who share our passions, meet our minds, recognise the joy and darkness of being alive - and join our circle.  Enough (BWV 82)
Never do I come closer to believing in a sublime force than when I listen to music, some music especially Bach. A sense that somehow magic has to be involved and inspired this sound that reaches into my soul squeezes gently, twists it holds it up against the light connects me with the reasons for being alive when she sings - when she sings that she has enough. But it seems to me that we are enough we humans - more than, in fact. From altruism to atrocity from ability to create beauty to care, connect and cause catastrophe. Why look up for more and higher powers than the ones we have and often use so badly? Better look inside and around, recognise who we are to ourselves and each other and know that we are enough.  Brijuni
On this strange island in the Adriatic where Tito spent his 6-month summers and kept exotic animals, something old feels most real. The Roman mosaic in a small church has more substance even than the lone elephant. A baby zebra shares a field with Shetland ponies gift of Queen Elizabeth when she visited the Yugoslav leader. A taxidermist had a field day here, results of their work displayed in the museum empty concrete cages left in the shimmering sun. Nobody lives on the island, but you can stay in one of the hotels on the waterfront, play golf in the grassy clearing, swing your feet in the clear sea with blue stripey fish.  Blue
Blue is an endless feeling of possibilities, expansive lost light fractured and full of paradoxes, holding joy and sadness, sky and sea day and night, collar and crown and chapel. Like the small pieces of blue patterned porcelain and pottery remnants of lives I have found over years of walking they are all true.  Notice of Race
You can enter online for this event of a lifetime which requires you to prove your skill and stamina against a partnership of water and air. It will last as long as you compete against the elements, follow the instructions and feel your spirit is ready to race to the end.  Rescue blanket
Sun glitters on the sea in a fugue of small patterns, variations on a theme of light, a silvery sheet like a rescue blanket for people who find that the currents of their mind move in unexpected ways who like to feel the waves, the underwater pull and sudden surfacing of insights.  Sense
It's not all flowers and sunshine these days, more a dark wondering how to keep going when the end for some is inexplicably soon. How to make sense of the random, find meaning while knowing and feeling that life is not fair? I can hear Bach understood something listening to his endless lucid movements full of variation, like ripples on sea water or the rings of a tree, like life. |
Project 10 is a little experiment.The number 10 plays a special role in my life. Every month on the 10th day I will start a poem and take a photo (or find another image), which will be posted when ready. Archives
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