The photo is not mine; I grabbed it off the net sometime. It looks like a special angel to me--a butterfly with transparent wings, fragile and beautiful. Life is kind of like that--fragile and beautiful..And we only get to hold or enjoy it for awhile--ours and those we care for..
Anyway, I think we all need to remind ourselves in these dangerous times that we cannot ever go back, that we need to make each day count and never miss a chance to say I love you to someone or do a kind, good deed. This is in Christian, Druid and most other philosophies as well, but recent events certainly reinforce that. Like the one young woman who survived a shooting incident in Toronto only to die in Aurora, a few weeks later. We do not know what is around the bend for us or for those we care for.
I wrote a verse the other day, at that time more thinking of my own life and where I wanted to take it now but it fits the current events situation also. We all have mistakes in our lives, the first, the worst and many more but dwelling on them is futile since they cannot be erased. We need instead to learn by them and move on, never do that particular thing again. But we also need to exercise judgment and reason, too
There was a story when I was growing up where a lad called "Silly Jack" made many foolish mistakes. Each time he was chided and told what he should have done, so the next time he does that and of course the situation is not the same and his choice is as wrong as before. We are all silly jacks sometimes; while we need to build on and profit from (spiritually and mentally) the past, that has to be done witih care and thought. Both blind rebellion and blind obedience are wrong! Open those eyes!
Go in peace and harmony, friends. Pat your dogs, hug your friends and show your heart to those you love! Here's my verse.
The truth of that I sadly find
As I seem somehow locked in place
With youthful heart and aged face.
The weight of years I can’t deny--
Admit that it’s futile to try
But me-within has never changed
Though passing time has rearranged
The puzzle pieces of my shell.
The current guise fits me not well.
I can’t go back yet can’t move on.
Where have all the flowers gone?
Yes, it does seem I’ll never learn
And to the past my thoughts oft turn.
Life and time do not rewind;
Now to fix that in my mind…
The other photo here could be either a sunrise or a sunset. The neat thing about that is what is a sunset on one side is a sunrise on the other. Again, life is like that! This photo came from a friend whose friend took the shot and she shared. It is in the Potomac Estuary and was a sunrise in actuality, but I only know that since I was told.
The other photo here could be either a sunrise or a sunset. The neat thing about that is what is a sunset on one side is a sunrise on the other. Again, life is like that! This photo came from a friend whose friend took the shot and she shared. It is in the Potomac Estuary and was a sunrise in actuality, but I only know that since I was told.
Beautiful piece and so true. (you know - I always love your poems and your insight) The sunrise/sunset analogy is perfect.
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