Wednesday 17 April 2013

seeing is believing?

Do we live life believing what we see is real? The rainbow is the perfect example and yet...we can see the colours but we can never touch them. We are led to believe that there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow..but how can we reach, touch the rainbow? Let alone the pot of gold..... A rainbow is transient...in itself almost unreal, dreamlike. There one minute, gone the next. So why is it we place so much reality in life on what we see? Why is seeing believing? In fact, I'm always amazed that we can easily assimilate a shared vision. Why is that? We assume that what I see is what you see. Yet we more easily question taste, sound, touch.... these things are subjective...right? So why is vision an apprently shared phenomenon? Why is what I see, what you see? And why do we believe each others shared perception. Why is my green grass the same as yours? Maybe that is why we need to 'explain' a rainbow... So if seeing is not believing, maybe feeling can be?? Is what we feel more similar than what we see? Surely feeling is a more real emotion...in whose world?? However is touch more real than vision? Certainly what we each see is subjective and measured according to out own visual abilty. Feeling..wow..uses many of our sense. So feeling can be a combination of our individual senese, whilst what I feel might not be what you feel..it is my sense..my feeling. And if we can individually and as partners tune into those feelings and senses..we could live and believe in and with each other...right???

Tuesday 1 January 2013

New Year...and a blank piece or peace?

I reviewed my 2012 goals today, it was pleasing, cathartic even...in what has been the hardest of years for me. However, I was both pleased and surprised at what I had achieved and held onto in the face of adversity. The only loss I felt was not continuing to express myself in writing. And the loss was created by outside influences. Others... So, 2013...a time to not be put off by others, whoever they may be. Inspired by a quote, here is to 2013... "For better or worse, he was my soul mate. The other half of me. In many ways he was my reflection"... And my reflection goes on...

Saturday 5 May 2012

...what time is this?

I am made of beliefs and not barriers
I am made of many, not one
I am made of all the days you don’t see, not just the one you do
I am made of everything to come not just what has been
'Stolen' from Asics Advert
The words above reminded me of something I heard earlier this week, that we are part of His-Story.  God's Story.

Kairos is the "fullness of time," God’s time zone.
Kairos time conveys notions of unboundness, of fluidity, of God’s purposes intersecting and overruling this finite world of chronological time.
Kairos refers to opportunity, as it represents "the arena of man’s decision on his way to an eternal destiny"

Tuesday 1 May 2012

Thursday 26 April 2012

...wondering about wandering

It’s interesting that just when I wonder whether God is talking to me,  I wander into His presence and nothing becomes something.
Bizarrely and randomly this evening I was confronted by an image of a Harlequin Mime Artist.
1. It is so dreadfully uncool and fills my memories or Arena posters from the 1980’s.
2. If you don’t remember Arena then perhaps you won’t get me.
Large images of Harlequin Pierrot suddenly filled my mind and made me wonder how such a strong outward appearance and image managed to hide the pain that the Pierrot always expressed. The face was expressionless often, except one perfect tear.
Whilst the body language, dance and music would express a whole load of emotion the Pierrot’s face remained set.
I wonder how often I go through life with one face on the outside, whilst experiencing another on the inside? Or how my actions belie my real state of emotions and I’m left wondering when or if others will notice this without the Pierrot mask cracking? And what will happen if the Pierrot mask does crack, what will be revealed, will the pieces fit back together again and if they do will they look the same?
The Pierrot tried to communicate everything through mime and dance as if a glass screen separated their physical & vocal being from those who were viewing the scene. Shouting does not cut through and large expansive movements do not convey the subtlety of the human condition.
So next time you look at me…or another, imagine there is sound proof glass between us. Can you pick up on the small movements, can you feel the emotion beyond the unchanging expression and can you hear what is being said without words?
If not, why not?