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 Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
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I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance? I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them. Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog. |
| I was readng an interesting post on Facebook this morning. It was about the baseball field that preceded the famous Fenway Park with its infamous "Green Monster" in Boston, MA. It was called the South End Grounds and it had some eye-catching architecture in the form of a few fairy-tale type towers. Rapunzel would have felt at home. The post, however, wasn't as interesting as the comments. I mean, I should have expected it, but still it surprised me that one commenter managed to blame the destruction of the South End Grounds and its "architecture" on a present-day elected official who hadn't even been born at the time. Fenway was opened in 1912, after all, and the Boston Braves were replaced by the Boston Red Sox. All of this happened a long time ago and although capitalism might have had something to do with it and it was a form of real estate development, it's a stretch to blame anyone not alive at the time for their relationships to those economic fields. It reminded me of a little poem I wrote about the results of bitterness. Resentment They say resentment is a poisonous drink. Your enemies mix it and somehow you think if you swallow it down, you will kill them all - but it will eat at your peace with bitter gall. Forgiveness seems unmerited, and so withheld. But grudges remain and build prison cells. Your life becomes centered on those you blame. But they have moved on and forgotten your name I dunno. Just my opinion. |
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