Living alone I’ve become used to the patterns of nights where the wind in the trees shushes and the ocean roars in the distance. The possums are a nuisance when they crash land on the roof after jumping out of the trees. I don’t like their growling but then I’d dislike it no less if there was someone to complain to about it.
Earlier this week I explained how so much of the creative work I’ve been putting on this blog is really only reworkings of ideas I’ve expressed before. I’m starting to bore myself – and quite possibly, my readers.
Combined with the facts that my internet connection drops in and out and that the battery in my laptop died yesterday blogging is becoming harder for me. Typing words letter by letter with a stylus on my tablet is tedious. Most of my photos are locked up on my laptop as well so I have limited photographic material to play with.
Getting the laptop working again will have to wait till the new year.
So all in all, a blogging break is in order for me. Again and again. I am coming across the idea that the way forward into our collective future is to find new stories. I am at the stage of life where I need to find new stories in my own life too. Growing older and moving into the third stage of life I find this culture is not providing me with models of aging that sustain me. The medical model of age as a disease is sickening- literally – the cultural idea of denying and/or defying age doesn’t work for me either. Of course bodies age and interests change – that is the way of life. The idea of retiring to play golf and bingo bores me witless. There has to be more fulfilling ways to age. Jung’s process of individuation interests me – what is it and how do you do it? I want to find out.
To find new personal stories that sustain me and to find new creative stories to tell I need to retreat to the places where stories are born – the imaginative, meditative realms of dreams where archetypal figures roam. For me, such quests are best taken alone.
Thank you for reading and following my blog. I have enjoyed our conversations. I will probably return to blogging at some future time but for now wish you a happy holiday season.
____________________________________________________________________________________________If you enjoyed this haiga you might like my free PDF of speculative haibun, haiga and haiku – https://beinginnatureblog.files.wordpress.com/2018/10/a-bend-in-the-road.pdf
This haiga is included in my free of PDF of speculative haibun, haiga and haiku “A Bend in the Road” that I published this week. You can find a link to the PDF here
Here it is – my free PDF of speculative haibun, haiga and haiku. I hope you enjoy it.
Simply click on this link to open the PDF – A Bend in the Road
I’m experimenting with possible layouts for the haiga that I will include in my upcoming e-book (assuming of course that I actually master the technology – at present this aspect of the project is pure speculation).
Here’s an entirely speculative haiga that may or may not work as a response to the Weekend Meditation prompt
The challenge is to write a haiku in response to the following poem –
Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.
There is none to count thy minutes.
Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thou knowest how to wait.
Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.
We have no time to lose,
and having no time we must scramble for a chance.
We are too poor to be late.
And thus it is that time goes by
while I give it to every querulous man who claims it,
and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.
At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut;
but I find that yet there is time.
© Rabindranath Tagore