From ‘Rock The Boat’ book. See post below for a story about change.
Footnote: This little girl arrived many years ago however, due to the Black Dog website being ‘broken into’, I’m still finding and restoring some of the girls who went missing. Image also used for Body Image and Eating Disorders Awareness Week back in 2008 here. Pass her on because…. it’s very important to be the pioneers of our own lives – and to be prospective about our possible future and future selves.
“My self destructive side, had grown a mile wide.”
Saw this movie (documentary) recently about Amy Winehouse. The heart could not help sink as you watch this brilliant, sure footed, upright, gutsy young women disintegrate. I was left with one question—where were all the good men? Where were all the ‘good men’ within her management who said ‘No’ to her exploitation. ‘No’ to the fans who wanted more when she had all but a thread of Amy left. Said ‘No’ to the touring she was physically and mentally unfit to do. Where were the good men in her band and in the audience who said ‘No, this is not right’ and saved her from the humiliation of being plopped on stage only to crumble, unable to perform before adoring fans who perhaps also should have said ‘No’. Where were the good men among the paparazzi who said, ‘No. We can’t continue to hunt her down like a pack of wild animals.’ Where were the good men (and women) who refused to buy the magazines that kept the paparazzi feeding on her. If we don’t learn something from this, and it doesn’t inspire us to question and challenge popular culture and our part in it, then we’ll continue to lose more Amy’s. If only she could have been given the space, time and encouragement by those around her to find peace in life – and mend from all that fuelled her self destructive side.
On this particular day, something precious came to its end. Two breaths became one.
Footnote: This little girl’s previous arrival is here but I’ve since found other useful layers of meaning – not relating to loss …..
A docked boat is one that has been taken out of a damaging environment for repair and restoration. It’s going nowhere right now, but it still has a place – and relevance. I think this ‘pulling up’ process is one we have to continually engage in – and make time for. To restore ourselves. To stabilise and question; ‘Where to from here?’ But the pace of life too often gets in the way. Interrupts. And doing ‘nothing’, taking time out for ourselves, isn’t something viewed in a positive light. So it’s the ‘stopping’ I feel in the image that’s important – and in urging us to do the same.
“A time to go – a place to stay”? reflects not only creating a place in our lives for those who we have lost but it could also be about choosing (in our living lives) what to move away from and what to hold on to and really importantly….. what we can take from all of that’s made us who we are and use it in the building of our future selves.