days spent in varied ways
walking on beaches, in forests
going to museums
wandering the streets and back alleys
inspiration is everywhere...
random things catch my attention
gathered rocks, wood, flowers
scraps of burlap, twists of twine
endless photographs...
Marsh Lake on a cold and windy morning
the scattered driftwood along the shoreline, carried up by the surging waves
tossed here and there, a random calligraphic message perhaps
a curving line of peaks and valleys - water and foam... winter mountains of summer?
gull tracks on the sand, many looking remarkably like letters
back and forth and forth and back
"where are you going, and what do you see"
faded colours of a railway crossing, a portion of the old narrow-gauge railway that ran right through the Whitehorse waterfront
the rusted, weathered sides of old equipment, abandoned here and there throughout the territory
a beautiful patina, faint letters, interesting form
wood crumbling on a long-abandoned beach,
the marks, a story of its journey back to the earth
also time for sitting still, reflecting on all I've seen, how it might tie together, how it might not
there is a space between the stories these pieces of inspiration would tell and the ones I might want to... a space for me to find understanding and look for connections
a space to just be
3 comments:
There is enough inspiration here to keep you going for a long time.... where to begin? Wonderful images, wonderful noticing. All we need to do is look around.
Space to just be - so very valuable!
You realize that you're a poet...don't you? This post certainly IS poetry. 'A Space to Just Be' would be a wonderful name for a book (or a blog!).
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