April 25, 2019 - The Drop
The Drop .
Imagine a lift – dropping. Air is pinched tight through the holding breath. Stomach pressing against throat’s base. Your footing – gone. You’re falling into a moment lost. Trapped in time, travelling at lightening speed towards a target. And you know what lies at its centre. You wish, like you’ve wished time and time before, for a floor in the falling. A line securing reality to an altered mind. To hold you suspended from the end. Mark a path back. And then … you turn the corner and you’re back where the drop began. Landing on a returned breath. Stunned by its convincing lie.
Footnote: Reposting for ANZAC day for those who experience PTSD. Art (original in colour) by Harley (Manifold).
Tired of moving mountains, Flipper Girl settled for being strategically productive, leaving all responsibility (not of her own kind) up the muddy creek.
(Clunk & Jam book, 2019 Edition).
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Rose liked to save the flowers from dying .
Rose enjoys rendering her world with things of great visual delight. She spends lengthy periods absorbed in personal and worldly examination, surrounded by things of great beauty, interest and pleasure, all of which assist in easing the trespassing of time – and the invasion of unfortunate thoughts. Long Live Rose.
Footnote: Rose is an independent promoter of self acceptance (and indulgence); a star in self development; and a high minder of her own identity. She stands supremely comfortable in herself, resolved and content on her own path – and free from any expectation to be liked or followed. Her stories read like a dream school report, with a quirky twist and streak of Rose’s signature deadpan humour.
(Reposted from 2013. Wisdoms of Rose book published in 2018. Find Rose in her Clunk & Jam 2019.)
There was no turning back.
It felt like a painful split but in reality it was a gradual manoeuvre she was sort of certain of pulling off.
(Reposted from 2016. Clunk & Jam, 2019 book).
Rose was a complete stranger to rejection because she never gave anything away – and what she had wasn’t up for grabs .
Rose keeps close to chest the many varied and precious pieces that make up her belongings – and herself. This commitment and loyalty she exhibits ensures Rose remains a one and only, high creative traveler of poetic and art-filled paths – to wherever she happens to arrive. Long Live Rose.
(Wisdoms of Rose and Clunk & Jam, 2019 book. Reposted from 2013)
Virtual Cake Shop .
Wonder about the disconnect within the world of screens …
Imagine….peering through a cake shop window. The longing. The want. The drool. A space you desire to enter – and know you can. Through the glass, see the temptations before you. Grasp the definite depth and dimension of space occupied by cake on tray and shelf – in mind. Feel the common ground you share – the inside and out. The reality of the moment, not before or beyond, but right before your eyes.
Stand fixed to the common ground between you (cake and mouth), in a world you both belong – sliced in temporary two. Now imagine … the shelves begin to move towards you. The box space of the window flattens to a screen. And the place through which you were once connected, narrows to nothing.
Gone…. is the act of entering through a welcoming door into the warm space of another. The possibility for taste, sniff and touch. Gone … are we on a ‘pie crust promise’ from an endless space. Gone … is reality. The time and space to sit and wonder. And wonder we should, if the loss includes the joy of personal discovery. The capacity for the mind to bend, stretch and strengthen through real lives fully and truly lived. Going, going, gone is the wisdom once held by the earth and sky of a planet in no rush.
Then….’Ding-a-ling’ goes the bell on the cake shop door and you step into the faithfulness of the sniff and taste – and touch.
Footnote: Photo taken in St Kilda, Melbourne. A ‘pie crust promise’ is a Mary Poppins line – ‘Easily made – easily broken’.
Find in Clunk & Jam book.
