Sunday, September 7, 2008

Fathers Day

I've said often enough that I miss my Dad and that I didn't tell him that enough when he was alive.  I've written many things about him and maybe haven't done justice to who he was.  I've often concentrated on the negative but that is unfair.  So maybe a photographic essay is better for today.

Monday, September 1, 2008

The River

"When you put your hand in a flowing stream, you touch the last that has gone before and the first of what is still to come."
Leonardo Da Vinci
So in a flowing river can time stand still?  Such is the mystery of midlife and the self centred perspective of that experience.  If we travel faster than the current can we catch up to our past and if we anchor for a while will our future pass us by?   How important is it to just go with the flow?  And why must we be at the mercy of life’s current?
And yet there is comfort to be found in a river.   Close your eyes and imagine drifting off, sleeping to the sound of the water song, rocking gently and feeling embraced by small comforts.  Is it true that the river knows where it goes even if we don’t?  Do we truly follow in the paths of those who have gone before as Leonardo says, or is each experience unique, does one small eddy, or drop of new rain, make such a difference that no two of our selves would experience the same thing, much as shadows are a reflection of our true selves slightly distorted.
So we touch the river and in touching it we change and alter it’s course even as it changes ours.   The journeys end remains a mystery and would we have it any other way?

Photo - Erawan Falls, Thailand