A Sunday night ramble about nothing... and everything... and all the sunsets in between.
It was one of those sunsets where every cloud had a silver lining. The last few rays painted the wooden fence in a golden glow that highlighted every crack and line of the panels. Paint peeled off and rusty nails stuck out, but in this light it looked even more beautiful than the day it had first been erected.
Thoughts whizzed through the mind like rush hour traffic on the busiest stretch of road out of the city. Too much speed and they were likely to crash, too little and the back up would cause frustration and a confusion of blasting horns and irate voices. The decision had to made. Little pieces of it had slowly slotted into place over time. Some had been exchanged or moved around or simply discarded. Now it was time for action, lest the life be lived through the cloudy dreams where the fog never cleared and none of it was a reality.
Is there really a relevance to everything? Is there some invisible thread that stitches every tiny thought we have together, with every word we speak when we are alone and think no one else is listening? Does every step that we take, even if it is in the wrong direction lead us to where we should be? Perhaps we are never actually lost, simply because we are always somewhere.
But it wasn’t just that sunset. It was every sunset. It was every sparkle and glint that had caught in her eyes. It was every breath that wafted into her lungs and caressed her skin. It was every cloud with its silver lining and every cloudless sky with its painted glow and fading light. It was every bit of inspiration that wound its way into the depths of her soul as she watched. And as she waited. And as she traced it with a sigh and lingering blink of an eye.
And it was relevant, even though it made no sense. For she lived in hope that every day that made no sense would lead to one day when she would watch that fiery orb sink into the ground once more and behind a curtain of stars would open a stage to reveal a world where it did make sense. Where every piece fitted together to make a map of stunning beauty and unimaginable clarity.
But without hope and without no sense moments there would be nothing more than sunsets of silver linings and skies of twinkling stars. And without noting the relevance of all of that beauty she would be lost and wandering without a reason. Then she really would be somewhere… and nowhere… at the same time.
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Flick Wit
Beautiful, Ash.
Michaelie
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but then what do i know.. i bumble through life in a daydream lol
violet sky waves & mountain hugs...
~Lily
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And the pithy ponderings...I wonder too sometimes...
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It's a great post. Wow.
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Its beautiful. So full of meaning and so poetically written.....So thought provoking....
Movies and Life
But without hope and without no sense moments there would be nothing more than sunsets of silver linings and skies of twinkling stars. And without noting the relevance of all of that beauty she would be lost and wandering without a reason. Then she really would be somewhere… and nowhere… at the same time
Thank-you,
Tracy
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Indeed, "...everywhere you go, there you are..." ... let us hope we allowed our feet to carry us to somehwere that we are happy to be. . . or at least a little pushed out of our comfort zones and growing, hey... do you yearn for a bit of out-of comfort zone time...come with me to An Extra Ordinary Life and I'll take you there - returned from my recent 'flittings' ... *chuckling* sweet pea ... you really must come with me next time?
I love your random ramblings,
BIG hugs
Lilla ...
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
Thanks I thought so too. So brooding and stormy yet beautiful too.
thanks for coming by
Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
Ah so it was Fate that you read my blog today
Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
This is very true...
I wonder if we choose to learn the lessons we need to learn in this life and no matter which way our path takes us we learn them even if it is through different experiences... or are the experiences that we have the ones that we were always going to have and we think we are being spontaneous and exciting meanwhile it was our life path already anyway.
Whew more ramblings on this lovely Monday evening. Thanks for your insight chick!
Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
ahhh I like that. I read your comment this morning and it has stuck in my mind all day...
you are the relevance
Very, very true! I think you know a lot my wise friend
silver lined hugs
Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
It`s always good to see ya! I hope you don`t get too lost on your wonderings? although that can always be exciting too.
Lovely to see your poetic self.
ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
Where have you been hiding? Great to see you back in Orble action!
Thanks for your comment and taking the time to read my rambles!
Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
I`m glad you like it. It was a funny ol' day - you could feel the tension in the air as the clouds swirled above. Gotta love days like that!
Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
Good to see your agent self scouting around the Orble halls. Take care in that phone booth.
Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
~laughing~ that`s a great way to get in the mood for the weekend that`s for sure! Talk about the right timing there!
Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
Good to see you. Only too happy to be a part of teh start to your week. Thanks for giving such great story ideas over at your place - you have my mind ticking now on stories!
Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
Many thanks girl. I was watching the sun set over the back yard and it really affected me... you know how you all of a sudden just get those moments where no matter what is going on in the world your mind all of a sudden becomes totally clear and a single thought with so many possibilities barges its way into your head? BOOM there it was. Thanks for readinh
Ash
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Flashes of memories
Many thanks and I`m so happy that you connected to my ramblings. I recently watched a documentary on my old home town and it affected me rather deeply. It was extremely sad to see the roads I used to walk down and the shops that I used to shop in completely ruined.
But what really struck me was the hope in every person who was interviewed. They are in this awful situation where there is no food, no clean water, no nothing and yet they speak of hope. I was stunned and instantly ashamed of myself.
Although I don`t think it right to compare yourself to others ie> eat your food there are people who are starving on the other side of the world. My being full is not really going to make one iota of difference to the starving masses on the other side of the world right here and now is it? Maybe if you hadn`t made the food when i said I wasn`t hungry we wouldn`t be having this conversation - I do think that we can look at others who are in different situations and learn from their outlook and how they react to things that are thrown at them.
People are fascinating animals and I love the interaction and the reactions of others - it is food for my soul!
Ash
What's Your Story?
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again I feel your positive energy bouncing around here, thank you for bringing it over!
I have always been referred to as a lost soul by so many people and it always made me feel as though there were something wrong with me - why was I lost? What was it that was missing that everyone else had and why didn`t I have it?
Well the more that i think about it and look at those very people who called me a lost soul the more I begin to realise that perhaps it is not me who is lost but them.
For how can you be happy without stepping out of your comfort zone every now and again? How can you continue to be the same person year in and year out without ever changing your beliefs and challenging your thinking? i am not lost I just strive to search more and my journey is on a path that not everyone likes to travel - but at the end of the day it is my journey not someone elses.
Let me know the next time you go. My new outlook is not to say no to any new experiences. It is time to take a step out of my comfort zone again. IT~S TIME TO GET EXCITED!
boomerang big hugs
Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
Currently I have the one about the rose in the mud stuck in my mind. You wrote such a beautiful intro to that one.
Thank you for your kind words. I look forward to having more creativity thanks to your prompts
Ash
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I believe it's better to be 'lost' than 'found'... I used to take buses I'd never been before and walk home just so I'd have a new experience for the day back in high school!
I believe that life is what you make of it... if you want to see meaning in everything you will, if everything *has* to be relevant for you then it will be, and if it's not necessary to your survival you'll find another way of linking your experience.
Love your work,
Epiphanie
Movies and Life
I reread your post last night and your comment and then did some of my own pondering.
I understand what you mean about feeling guilty when you saw your old home and the people, how awful that it’s changed and that people are suffering. It must’ve been hard to see. Do you still have family there?
It reminded me of when I went to Mauritius for the first time (I’m half Mauritian). My family here always referred to it as though it was idyllic, the perfect island sanctuary. I arrived and saw people so emaciated the images are still with me. People stooped over milk crates in the streets without even the energy to beg. Yes, it is a stunning island, but it’s a place of extreme class differences. I travelled another ten minutes to a relative’s house which was plush, full of food and healthy people.
It took me a while to make sense of the situation and to find my place in it.
On our recent trip, we had a few days in Bangkok. We were in a lively night market looking for pressies for family and friends. I saw a bag I liked (I love Thai/Indian multicoloured bags), but at the same time I saw a thin man with severe physical disabilities and limbs missing. His body was contorted in a peculiar way so that he could hold a cup for money. That stopped my market experience. It all seemed different. I couldn’t buy anything, Ash, not that it was just about buying. I know what you mean when you said:
And
I couldn’t buy anything, nor could I take photos, I couldn’t erase my feeling of shame. As I passed him again I gave him money, but was that enough (the giving I mean, not necessarily the amount)?
This is close to how I tried to look at the situation:
I could do something, it wasn’t much, but it was something. I hoped my compassion and awareness were at least something that counted.
Sometimes it is hard to make sense of things isn’t it?
Trace xxx
Killer Beats
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Hipnotherapy
Love this!
Is there really a relevance to everything? Is there some invisible thread that stitches every tiny thought we have together, with every word we speak when we are alone and think no one else is listening? Does every step that we take, even if it is in the wrong direction lead us to where we should be? Perhaps we are never actually lost, simply because we are always somewhere.
This was my Monday morning meditation (it is now Thursday and I am still thinking about it!
Mis
Well done
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
I hear you loud and clear. i also believe it is better to be lost than found - when you are found is when you tend to stop living I think.
i like how you would explore your surroundings. I used to do the same when I lived in England. Unfortunately I have become lazy since moving to Aus and tend to drive everywhere now - but even so I take meandering drives out into magical places over the weekend.
Very true!
Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
Thankfully my family no longer live there - which is sad because our heritage will now die out with this generation.
I hear what you are saying about your experience in Mauritius. Often when you live with something on a day to day basis you tend to overlook it. You just become complacent and learn not to go to places that will remind you of the reality of what is actually going on.
I must admit I am funny about giving people money because I think of me funding their drug habit - but like you say what do you do? Is it enough? What can you give someone that will be that little thing that will make a difference? Is it the intention that is more meaningful than the actual material 'thing'?
I`m sorry you had such an experience on your trip - I can tell that you have a heart of gold and are a very sensitive person - don`t ever change because I reckon it`s people like yourself that really make an impact to the lives of those around you.... and in my book that`s what being human is all about.
Hugs
Ash
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Flashes of memories
Many thanks - amazing the thoughts that come bumbling into ones head every now and again. Tiring but oh so good!
Good to see you , I hope you are well
Ash
Movies and Life
Sorry I have taken so long to actually reply, but I was so touched by what you said, I found it hard to find the words to write back.
Thank-you for your beautiful compliment:
At the moment I’m having a period of wondering what it’s all about with some sadness even though I know there are much worse things happening in the world. I will take Fergs out later (hopefully, he was sick yesterday) and that tends to rejuvenate me. I also have acupuncture later which makes me float home and I love that
That is sad that your heritage will cease in your hometown. It’s sad to think of people suffering so much. I thought of you on Sat as I saw a film called Bomb Harvest. It a documentary about how badly Laos was bombed during the Vietnam war. A team of engineers go there to deactivate and remove leftover bombs. It was very good but sad. I realised after 5 minutes that I needed some fluff and escapism as good as the film was. So when I got home, I watched Friends.
I know what you mean about giving money to beggars, I also grapple with whether to do it or not. I found it really hard in England when they would sit near the Cashpoints and then ask if you had any spare cash. It’s a quandary to me, so I prefer to donate clothes and things like that to charity shops as I think it might be more helpful.
Hugs to you too,
Ash