(This was originally posted on April 6, 2017 as part of Sue Vincent’s writephoto challenge)
“See here,” wise Beandor said to his young pupil, Therry, “This arch, though appearing so weak, is very strong. Although the walls may crumble, unless the keystone is disturbed, the arch will stand and bear weight.”
Beandor used his staff to tap the keystone of the arch.
“This arch has allowed people into this temple for over a thousand years, protecting our town of Kernsh from every attack. Look at this ancient place, overlooking the mighty ocean, it appears weak, and yet it is so strong, like our people. Our fair country, Aladia, seems fragile, and yet it is just these points that keep it whole.”
Stuck in my own trap Towering walls block the view I can hear the sea Doesn’t the flotsam of life Prove there is more beyond me?
OK, if you don’t understand the title, look up Plato’s allegory of the cave. But more than just the cave allegory, I was thinking of this quote by Plato (a conclusion of the same story): “Those who are able to see beyond the shadows and lies of their culture will never be understood, let alone believed, by the masses.”
Written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week was a photo challenge. The photo at the top of the page is by Sally Cronin. I wrote a tanka this time, and I’m sure I was one of the few this week to base my tanka on a quote by Plato ;)
Looking down, all I can see are the chalk lines of my life. There is a path of memory behind, and I can make out that there might be a path cut into the Earth ahead, but what does it mean? An ant on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel will have more idea of the design than I.
But then, perhaps, I am more like Michelangelo, flat on his back, quickly applying the pigment to the chalk-white plaster as it dries all too quick. Each stroke of the brush took into account all of the others, even if they were impossible to see.
But then, he knew where he was going, didn’t he? Do I?
Perhaps it isn’t important to see this chalk drawing of life in its entirety. Perhaps it is better to look out and search for the distant sea. Perhaps it is best to understand the setting. Perhaps it is better to drink in the fragrant summer air and enjoy the view.
Perhaps it is about the vista, not the ground below my feet.
(I want to reassure you before you read this that nothing bad has happened in my life, it is just that I have been thinking. As they say, thinking can be a dangerous thing :) )
I’ve often said that smiles come in many sizes and shapes. I often tell you big smiles of the week, but sometimes the small ones are more important. I also tell you to go out and smile. I get it that it is hard for some. I say, smile anyway. Smiling is living.
What is life really about, then? Is it possible to be happy when your stomach is growling from hunger? Can you find love when so many hate you for reasons beyond your control? Are there really silver linings in great disasters? Loss and sorry fill many lives. Who am I to say that you should smile? Continue reading →
New Hampshire is gorgeous in the fall people come from all over the country, all over the world, to see the leaves change. This year they came on very slowly, but all at once it seemed like every leaf changed. Usually it’s more drawn out, so the last two days have been spectacular! But…
OK, photography has not been in the cards for the last few days and won’t be again for a few more. And then, I’m like over 1000 photos behind. What I mean is, I have over 1000 photos on my camera that I have not gone through. The are from the last half of the summer and the beginning of autumn. So do I even need to take more pictures? Continue reading →
I used to hike Mount Monadnock all of the time (Google it). After the first couple of times up I changed my route so that I would take long arcing hikes that would totally skip the summit. I would get close and there were always places to take in the view, but I saw no reason to go to the top.
On more than one occasion I had people ask me why I didn’t go all of the way to the top. If you don’t go to the summit, what’s the point? Where is the destination? I had people tell me they hated hiking without an objective.
To me hiking was the point, spending time outside communing with nature was the objective. It was the journey, not the destination that was important. Continue reading →
Once or twice Out of the blue I’ve had an epiphany About Life The Universe And the Way Things Should Be It’s weird, though Nothing was in words Or images Or feelings Yet I understood it Let it guide me In my day-to-day dealings It was always At the tip of my tongue Ready to be said But the ideas Outstripped language To higher truths they led It all crystalized Everything came together And made sense Although it’s all the same Everything has changed Forever hence