Echo

I am the sole bearer of my guidon

No other has the same colours

‘Each Man is an island.’

You say.

‘But the ocean connects you all.’

‘Wee dafty!’

I am walking alone lost in time and space
On the quest for my story

A voice from the wilderness calls
An echo rises from deep within
Answering the call
And the voice stops
No more echo pilot home

Home within
Home outwith
Where
When

Can you ever truly arrive?
Isn’t the point the journey?

‘I am an island’
You insist.
‘Then why do you hold a paddle?’

Binge watching ‘Dark’ on Netflix was probably not a good idea.

Outer Hebrides: Relenting (first draft)

Not yet happy with this one so bear with me

The kayak moves in rhythm with the waves
We are far out of the bay
As we paused to sort the fishing lines
The swell became stronger
Pushing us out even further

I do not like this
I do not like relenting control of my kayak

Letting go

However, control is an illusion
The water pushes me on steadily
I can steer a little
Keep direction
But when a rogue wave hits
I have to let go
I have to relent
Otherwise the kayak topples over

We can but put some safe-guards in place
Life jackets, wet suits, throw ropes
Emergency whistle, knife
But life has its own mind
And often our direction changes
Without much choice
So there is nothing left
But to let the water carry you
Where ever it seems fit

Blessings

Mesmerized
Merciful
Beauty in being

And where love is, there is light
And where light is, there is healing

Warmth
Wonder
Bathed in love

Be whoever you want to
Be whatever you take hold of

In your heart
In your soul
In your mind
Just hold onto

Do a cartwheel
Dance around the house
Bake a cake
Snuggle your cat
Run 10k
Read a book
Punch a bag
Hike up a mountain
Draw a picture
Eat some chocolate

Live mercifully
Be mesmerized
See the beauty

Be warm
See the wonders
Love yourself

Transient

Transient

 Transition into sleep
Waking up eyes sticky
Moving through the day
As if I owned it
 
Transitions—in and out
Of awareness
At night
At day
 
Transitioning into togetherness
After breaking free
Not so much transition
More elemental force
 
Breaking free
Thrown together
 
Liminal spaces
In between
The hours, the days, the weeks
In between all of us
 
Are we seeking to arrive?
 

			

Be relentless

Live relentlessly

Relentlessly optimistic
Relentlessly happy

Give into your sadness with all your being
And let it run, run, down the river

Give into your joy with all your heart
Let your inner child embrace life again

Give into your anger with all your might
Let it rage until your knuckles bleed

Give into your love with all your Self
Let it grow, grow until it leaps onto others

Be relentless
In living this life of yours

Just one rule
Don’t destroy anyone else on the way

What is a meaningful life?

You meant well?
I mean what I say?
But a mean streak
Works just as well?

Meaningful engagement?
The means to an end?
What does it mean?
What do I mean?

I mean to you?
I mean to myself?
My life means to me?

Just a finite pearlstring
Of events my brain categorises
Into a meaningful story?

But is it meaningful?
This story of mine?
These random encounters
Carefully planned?

And I am simply the narrator?
Narrator
Maybe not so simple after all?
The narrator creates reality

Without the storyteller
The pearls would tumble through space and time

I tell my life into being

In a teaching observation the person I observed was introducing free will and categories of determinism to the class. So I tried playing with the ideas.

Strange Befores

Strange befores
Aftermath in hindsight

Nothing
In the middle
But transient space

Familiar voices
In my head
Speak about regrets

Strange face
Old pictures
A me long gone

Nothing
Holds the wave of sadness
Could have beens
No more

Familiar pain
Throbbing
A sad song humming
Hope rising

Stranger me
Holding on to dear life
In a life long gone
Until my me broke free

With nowhere to go
Transient space

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