Across the miles, our words convene, threads of our lives intertwining to form a tapestry.
Stories of sorrow and kindness, humanity restored – of observation and empathy of inspiration through resonance of brilliance and artistry.
Each thread as colourful as another, delicately added, thoughtful ponderings
Of generations and legacies, misunderstandings contributing to tragedy, of infatuation and love’s fallacy, of childhood and noses in books and entanglements leading to ultimate change…
How vivid the imagery, how poignant the messages how loss creates heartfelt connection, and youth’s folly succumbs to sorrow and how darkness, deeply felt surrenders to soul’s magnitude.
We come together across the miles our words, like threads guiding us, love our searchlight, higher ground our common goal – together, as a tapestry.
It’s been a week of stories – some fabricated, some told in images, some deeply moving. Reading back through them, I was inspired to write the above, borrowing from the essence of each and sometimes even extracting words.
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It’s a funny thing, character, the way it brands people
as they age rising from within to leave its scar – Kate Morton, The Distant Hours
The school board I worked for introduced an initiative to promote character education in the classroom. Acceptance, caring, honesty, respect, empathy, perseverance, and responsibility were among the traits targeted. At the start of each week, I would introduce a character trait and then weave it through the lessons, offering students an opportunity to apply and learn. Sometimes it worked, and sometimes it was like hitting my head against a brick wall. It led me to question how character is developed.
In literature, a character is established and demonstrated one of four ways:
through dialogue – what the character says
through their thoughts – what they don’t say
through their actions
by what others say about them
Could we apply this same process to people? Impossible, of course, to know what anyone is thinking, but the summation of words plus actions plus how a person is perceived surely makes up character.
Kate Morton’s line from The Distant Hours struck me enough to write it down. The idea that character can rise up and “leave its scar” made me ponder. I thought immediately of an old aunt of mine, long deceased. A crusty individual who saw the world in terms of black and white, and yet who in her older years revealed herself as rather grey.
Much to think about this week, and I can’t wait to see what you come up.
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Up until August 1st of this year, my husband and I lived in motor home for a year, having travelled across North America for six of those months. It was a drastic change of lifestyle for us, and an incredible journey.
As with all change, it required certain sacrifices. We let go of our bricks and sticks home, and our worldly possessions (save what we could carry with us) and bid farewell to all that was familiar, including friends and family.
Today, we reconnected with old friends, and what started as afternoon visit over tea, spilled over to dinner and into the evening. There is a lot to catch up on after so much lapsed time.
Thus the lateness of this blog post.
When I set the focus for this weekly challenge, I had not realized that it would coincide with Remembrance Day. Graciously, it did, and this was reflected in many of the postings this week, although some spoke of the generosity of others, the willingness to sacrifice all for love, the losses inadvertently suffered by victims of childhood abuse, and the value of learning to give selflessly.
I feel blessed to be part of such a thoughtful and inspired community.
The first rule in interpreting dream messages, is to recognize that the meaning of a symbol varies with personal experience. This is why dream dictionaries are ineffective. This week’s responses to the river prompt clearly demonstrate this principle.
For me, I have always envisioned the collective unconscious as a river whose flow encompasses all – past, present, and yes, future. It is this belief that inspired my poem, The River, written at time when illness had cut me off from life as I had known it, and left me feeling isolated and afraid.
For Proscenium, and Jazz* of Steps and Pauses, the river is a reminder of the power of nature, as endless rainfall and flooding have infiltrated their lives.
We both slept in, so our getaway this time was rushed and I am trying to write from the road, catching up on both blogs and sorting through photographs, with a wi-fi that keeps kicking me out. So bear with me.
We are driving through Oregon today, and like Washington State, I am impressed by its beauty. I pen this quick poem, trying to capture what I see:
Highway 82, Headed East
Horses graze lazily
in the Oregon sun
beside the Umatilla River
whose waters flow
in a merry dance
over rocky bottom.
Trees don their full green
and mustard yellow fields
add contrast to the landscape
as oversized rigs barrel by
and machines irrigate
new growth – promise
of a hearty crop.
A haze lingers over
distant hills, the sky
a blue canvas upon which
wisps of cloud hover
sleepily – industry
abutting pastoral charm.