You tell me.
Have we crossed the bridge and turned back to look. . . or to try and return. Are we about to cross the bridge. . . will we make it all the way across, will our nerve hold? Perhaps we'll stop in the middle and enjoy the view below. Perhaps we'll meet others coming the other way, travelling for the same reasons as you but to where you have already been. Ah, Bridges, bridges that are frightening, or beautiful, bridges that stand for centuries and those that burn. How many we cross in life. Sometimes we go to a lot of effort to carry all our problems with us too. Why don't we leave them behind or drop them over the side to wash away forever?
You tell me.
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In the martial arts world there is an expression, "seeing is not seeing". What you think you see is not really how it happens. It is the same with this photo, I took this group photo at an Aikido weapons workshop I ran in Bideford. As I took it I wasn't in the original, my friend Bill has somehow cleverly pasted me in on the front left. Seeing is not seeing and today with modern technologies one should rarely believe one's eyes.
Once upon a time, I walked a difficult path and while I walked I found a precious gem. For a short while I studied this treasure, carefully examining its beauty and understanding its value. I placed the gem upon the earth and walked on. . . I've left it for you to find too.
Ah, just the job, bib on ready and just waiting for dinner to be brought in with the rising tide as waiter.
He was there the day before, too. Sometimes his branch ... er dinner table ... is shared by a couple of seagull pals Seeing the three masted schooner riding at anchor in the estuary was as much an awakening surprise to me as it must have been for someone marooned on a desert island who wakes to see such a ship in the bay. An evocative and timeless image. How lucky I was to be where I was at the time I was. A great day on the path.
After several years of trying to communicate effectively with humans, K9 cyber master, Ether Woofitdown ( Vulcanian origins) a successful mind meld heralded a recent major breakthrough in telepathic science. The recipient (name withheld for various and some dubious reasons) said afterwards, "It was incredible, I was first aware of a sort of wet doggy smell and then the telepathic omega energy messages streamed into my consciousness, the dog was chanelling insights, massive insights in milliseconds, I knew everything. . . (in fact I'd heard people say this to me before) I could take you to the star system source became aware of errors in Einstein's theory,(apparently his wife was the brains of the operation), all the ancient wisdoms became clear in a flash and strange alien languages filled my mind with new unthought of mysteries solved."
You too can experience these wonders at a very reasonable price. Cash only on the day, non-refundable. Don't miss your chance, contact the dog directly for discount voucher. A free gift with every appointment. Subject to terms and conditions and availability. There are no guarantees of success and you are advised to see your doctor before signing up. The very heart of this Oak tree has suffered catastrophic damage. Damage caused by nature itself. This magnificent tree still connects to its roots and is strengthened by its past, yet reaches continually onwards and upwards towards the light. Its heart of oak is bared to the world but it lives on. That is what we should do too. . . for life can still be good.
Interesting isn't it that it's the souls we seek to save. What is it aboard the sinking ship that resides within the human frame that drives us to keep it safe?
Salvation of the soul. . . something for which many fervently pray. Save my life? Perhaps, but save my soul without doubt for without soul what is life? Perhaps we should start to tend to our own more. Many, many years ago, I took this photo with an old fashioned film camera. It was an exploration of ideas, trying to make some thing different, interesting, strange even. My daughter helped and copied out the words. I have kept that photo ever since and destiny would raise it to glory once again. It seemed the perfect cover for my book of short stories. It even mentions Morwenstow in the photo and later I would come to write of that place anda young man whose destiny lay in another place than ours. |
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