Marcoclicks - images, words

Moving to comfort

It comes together, somehow, against my sense of what works visually: this image, this situation. I am not comfortable with confusion and when I don't see a pattern, I get confused. And when that happens, once again I am asked to focus on seeking comfort in lack of pattern, in a jumble.

What I notice is that once I let go of that initial discomfort, there's not that much there, little to tense myself against. That's worth noticing, given how I've struggled against it.

Indeed, I have spent so much of my life avoiding situations I expected to be uncomfortable and it's taken me this many years to notice that once I enter those situations, there's nothing much there. Certainly nothing to have paralyzed myself against.

It's quite a comfort to let the jumble in. And sometimes there's even extraordinary things to see that otherwise weren't noticed.

Blessings

Marco

Quiet

A warm November day, that used to be considerably more counter-intuitive, but less so lately. It was the quiet that caught my attention, that and the light. Late afternoon comes early at this time of year. The pond was still and small branches moved hardly at all.

We stood there on that slender bridge, watching the woods, the water, looking for frogs but not finding any. After a while, our eyes slowed down to the pace of the day and the light. No words came between us, they weren't required. What we shared was an experience that was unique to each of us - shared difference, somehow. It bred closeness.

Nothing so much as the quiet defined that moment. With waves relaxing onto the sand, still it was an exercise in silence, in watching, listening. And looking.

And blessing...

Marco