Tag: boundaries
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Of unpathed waters, and undreamed shores
Borders, boundaries, limits -everywhere I turn there are constraints. Of course some are more penetrable than others: doors can be opened, ladders can be climbed, people can be persuaded. Here and there, are immutable, but perhaps only because neither have actual boundaries -just mental ones: clouds that shift like the horizon as you move… Still,…
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And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees
I’ve always felt a part of Nature, but now that I’m in my autumn years, there seems to be a special urgency to it. Still, the continued rebirth of green each Spring gives me hope; the longevity of trees that will continue to stand long after I cannot, inspires me; or perhaps it is simply…
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The temple in which we live
I realize I’ve been obsessing about this for quite a while now, but my progress has been slow, and the chances of resolution seem to recede further and further each time I make the attempt. It’s easier, of course, to analyze it, measure it, and categorize it in someone else, but for this… for this,…
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A sorry sight?
I am fascinated by liminality, intrigued by areas that exist on the edge of things, or in the space between them. I’m not sure when it all started, or why it has had such a hold on my imagination -but there you have it. Not everything has an owner, or for that matter even a…
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Let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow
Colour has always held me in thrall. I suspect I can trace its origins to those pre-recollection times when my mother read to me as I sat pointing at pictures in whatever book she had chosen for my bedtime. I had my favourites, I imagine, but all I can remember from those very early years…
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To hold, as it were, a mirror up to Nature
Who am I? No, really -where do I stop and something else begins? That’s not really as silly a question as it may first appear. Consider, for example, my need to remember something -an address, say. One method is to internalize it -encode it somehow in my brain, I suppose- but another, no less effective,…
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Bad Samaritans?
I suspect this is an incredibly naïve, not to mention unpopular, opinion, but I suppose in these times of plague, I should be grateful we have borders -fences that keep them out, walls that keep us safe. But I’m not. I’ve always mistrusted borders: I’ve always been suspicious of boundaries that artificialize the denizens of…
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