At night, there is so much tied up in that gull it's a wonder the poor thing can still fly. So many times in the last years that sound has sent me flying down dark roads alone in my mind, keening out on the edge of a knife.
Tonight I heard the sound and felt instead the wind through the feathers, the notes in the air and soared in my mind on an eggshell hope.
There is hope for healing. It leaves and returns.
Sometimes the bravest act is to stand your ground in the face of absolutely nothing but blind faith working deep under the ground of your numb feet.
Pic: Epacris
ode to seagull. lovely.
ReplyDelete"Sometimes the bravest act is to stand your ground in the face of absolutely nothing but blind faith working deep under the ground of your numb feet." Amen.
Hi :)
ReplyDeleteThe last lines are very inspiring. Yes, very often we give up on the pursuit of our passion when faced with difficulties which we think are insurmountable. The trick is to hold on as you said on our blind faith.
What is important is not in the falling down but in the getting up.
I enjoyed reading your post and the awe inspiring photo.
Have a lovely day :)
Lucy - Thanks. And amen indeed. Though I mixed my metaphors here actually. Flying one minute, standing my numb ground the next. But I guess that's the cycle, ain't it :)
ReplyDeleteJoseph - thank you. Yeah, I keep trying to remind myself about the darkest hour being before the dawn etc. And the getting up and continuing on. It is most certainly a marathon rather than a 100 metre spring race, isn't it :) Thanks for saying hello.