Life and time might seem like a straight line but there are many twists and turns getting from the beginning to the stream at the end. Along the way, all creatures find themselves in places they did not intend to go.
To dodge danger, bunnies weave unpredictably through the terrain.
A bird flits up, forward and down to swiftly get around.
Indeed, life sweeps us all down uneven and winding pathways.
Sometimes it has us going in circles.
Like blooms we scatter to appear in a tangle of welcoming and unwelcoming spaces.
Even the clouds looking down billow and bob along their way ...
and the sand, unsteady at our feet, ripples in differing directions as the tide carries transitioning puffs of sleepy dust to their secret destinations.
Attending a friend's celebration of life recently, the
Poets and Storyteller United prompt to write of "something or someone recycled or re-purposed" had me thinking there is a certain freedom to transforming into dust and escaping our emotions and attachments. Loved ones who pass away live in our heads like books we have read about journeys with twists and turns we wish did not end. Implying our own impermanence, their sorrows and joys are lessons that tell us to worry less and be in awe more.
I hope you enjoy a compelling poem below by my friend
Kay Davies who passed away. Written when she was sixteen, I don't think she would have minded me sharing it here:
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Hello,
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words and photos! I like your cute bunny and the pretty Junco. The sky and beach are lovely scenes. Sorry for the loss of your friend, I hope the celebration of life shared many happy memories for all who attended. Thank you for linking up and sharing your post. Take care, have a great weekend.
Very profound words! Thanks for sharing! I'll be thinking about this all during the day.
ReplyDeleteAnother thought-provoking post, Maria. Your poem-like prose reminds me of Buddha’s teaching. I agree with you; as an particle, each of us seems to have unstrained freedom unlocked from the cosmic box. If we could live according to the Will of Nature, being carried away in a river, in the wind, on a cloud, or like a flower, would the emotional pains disappear? I feel the warmth of Kay’s heart as well as that of the Rock.
ReplyDeletereally beautiful images!! our junco birds have left for the season but i have many bunnies and other birds to keep me company!!
ReplyDelete...a straight line may be the shortest way beyond two points, but it's rarely the most interesting.
ReplyDeleteI am sorry for your loss. Your friend Kay was very talented, writing such a profound poem at such a young age! I clicked on your link to find out more about her. You two used to live in Kelowna and she in a small town near Medicine Hat later.
ReplyDeleteWhat a small world! My brother-in-law recently retired from his podiatrist practice in Medicine Hat. One year, we rented a house boat on Lake Shuswap and on the way to Vancouver, we stopped in Kelowna to pick cherries. What a beautiful place! I am sharing my post on Lake Shuswap here:
https://mvmaithai.blogspot.com/2013/07/houseboating-on-shuswap-lake-british.html
Have a great week!
Eileen
The imagery of bunnies weaving and birds flitting illustrates life's unexpected paths beautifully.
ReplyDeleteKay's poem is a poignant reminder of how our loved ones shape us even after they're gone.
Such profound thoughts and stunning photos.
Love this! Life's a journey, full of twists and turns, just like the clouds and the sand. Beautiful poem by your friend Kay.
ReplyDeletenice spring post :)
ReplyDeletePeople live, people die. That’s about all there is to it. Perhaps that beautiful little a Herb Robert blooming among the tangles would view them as protective rather than unwelcoming in any way.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry for your loss of a friend. I love your words and the comments. Life certainly holds surprises but stepping back to take in some of the bigger picture can remind us that being part of such vastness and wonder is a priviledge.
ReplyDeleteLots of healing energy hugs to you for loss of a dear friend and what a magnificent poem she wrote at 16 ~
ReplyDeleteWishing you good health, laughter and love in your days,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
Great post, we do bob and weave through life in response to things that happen.
ReplyDeleteI love the poem from your friend. To me it talks about change.
I'm retired now, for years young people would talk to me about planning their career. I would help them out best I could but I would also tell them that at any given point, especially at the end of your working life, just look back on what you have done and that is your career. Planning is good but things change.
Beautiful post. To worry less and be in awe more is wonderful advice!
ReplyDeleteLovely photos and a wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your beautiful words and thoughts and photos. Kay wrote a beautifully, insightful poem at such a tender age.
ReplyDeleteI like where you took the prompt - people become memories, we become dust...and find other ways to engage with the cosmos.
ReplyDeleteKay's poem is lovely! And your own wonderful weaving of words and pictures, the fascinating ideas and the occasion that gave rise to them ... I think your friend would have to be happy if she could know her passing was responsible for such truth, beauty, and appreciation of life (which includes death).
ReplyDeleteA beautiful post! Sorry for your loss but thank you for sharing her inspiring poem (at 16 so insightful). I enjoyed the photos and the contemplation!
ReplyDeleteI used to blog with Kay Davies but somehow we parted ways. She will be missed.
ReplyDeleteYou have a prose writing in itself along with your pretty pictures. We have rabbits here also, almost tame.
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The images are lovely, the words apt.
ReplyDeleteKay's poem and your words are a lovely pairing indeed.
ReplyDeleteSorry for the loss of your friend. You have paired your photos and words beautifully.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous images to go with your wonderful poem. I am glad you shared Kay's poem.
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