Archive for September, 2015

The Walk

Long, arduous, rocky. I walk on. There are stones in the way, and unexpected rocks and sticks and wood. Tree stumps cause me to stumble. I keep at it. It is not easy. A patch of open space and thick grass. A small rickety bench to sit on. I sit there. Looking in the direction from where I came. Was it worth it.

But then I look in the direction I am going. It looks like more of the same. Why continue? Should I just turn back?

Just keep going. It will be worth it. Who says so?

I carry on after sipping some water from my bottle. Actually, I like this difficult walk. My legs feel stronger. I have fresh air on my face. My breathing is better. I begin to hope for rockier places. The more challenging the landscape the stronger I become. I wrap my jersey around me. I feel more free. As I am beginning to enjoy the challenge, I look ahead. I see the summit. It is still a wee way away. But it is reachable. In fact there is a dip before I get there and then a steep climb upwards. I push on. When you see the goal insight it becomes easier. I go faster. My feet move swiftly, lightly.

2 Samuel 22 v 33-37

God is my strength and power: and he maketh my way perfect.
He maketh my feet like hinds’ feet: and setteth me upon my high places.
He teacheth my hands to war; so that a bow of steel is broken by mine arms.
Thou hast also given me the shield of thy salvation: and thy gentleness hath made me great.
Thou hast enlarged my steps under me; so that my feet did not slip.
The last bit is the hardest but since the goal is in sight I have the strength to do it.
At the top. The climb was worth it. My heart beats loud and fast. My breathing deep, gulping in the beautiful air around me. I lie on the grass, staring at the sky. I feel closer to heaven. When I look around me, the views are outstanding. I look to where I have come from. Everything so small. Away from the pace of every day life. This is life. This is reality. This is me. Free, strong, healthy, alive.

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The Highland Song

My soul is the deepest loch, my heart as free as the fresh air above. The wind tries to unsettle me. But I stand firm.

I want to shout through the valleys. Let my voice be heard between the mountains. “I am alive. I am here.”

And in the trickling burn there is peace. A gentle song. The Highland song.

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The Artist’s Plight

A sensitive soul. He reaches within and draws from a well of stored up ideas. He finds one to suit the situation. He sees the world in a different way. Perhaps you should take a look.

He walks a different road. One less black and white. Where he walks, there is colour in every shade and tone. Life’s rich palette. He sees it all.

No situation goes unnoticed. Metaphors are everywhere. Are we walking alongside a parallel world? Is there more than meets the eye?

In an instant, a child is born. In a moment, a life can change. Suddenly we come face to face with ourselves. Do we like what we see?

The artist’s plight. Captures it all. The seen and unseen world. He knows who he is. He probably knows who you are. You cannot hide yourself from him.

Revealing the unrevealed. What is he trying to tell you?

Take a closer look.

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