Sophia Says – 4

Sophia says, go out to play.  And the day was full of expectation.

Flamingo Mess

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When I was a child, I climbed walls, just to see what was on the other side. It didn’t matter how high, your friends were always there with you. You could sit on a wall, throw a ball against a wall, use it as a wall to mark the goal posts. A wall was just a wall, made of brick coloured bricks, brick shaped bricks, bricks that smelled like bricks. Real bricks. Sometimes, you simply sat on the wall, deciding what game to play or where to go next. You told each other jokes and laughed a lot.

When I was grown I built lots of walls. Walls made of square pegs in round holes. Walls made of paper shapes. Walls made of expectations. Walls that served no useful purpose until I saw they were made for learning how to climb again.

This is my fourth post In response to the 5 day photo/story challenge from suedreamwalker. She has a wonderful blog.

Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge. My nomination today is ‘In A Dim Light.’ A wonderful and sensitive blog.

(Sporadic posting is alright if you’re unable to post each day.)

Blue Flamingo’s © 2015 TCFlynn

About maskednative

There is a gazebo at the end of the garden. It overlooks the estuary. When the tide is in, sea water pools around seaweed covered rocks. The sound is peaceful, meditative. I drink an early morning coffee, listen to the birds singing morning songs, watch a spider spin his fragile life between timber beams above my head. Even in the harshest of winters, the rise and fall of tides, sun-light on water, movement of sky, cloud, moon and stars, allows an awareness of nature behind the mask of perceived reality. I offer my words and pictures in celebration and gratitude to God, for allowing me a glimpse behind the mask. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Bio: Teri Flynn was born in Wales of Welsh and Irish Parents. Educated in England, she moved to Co.Waterford, Ireland in 1997 where her Poetry has since appeared in “The Turning Tide” – an anthology of new writing from Co.Waterford. “Southward” The Journal of the Munster Literature Centre and “Imagine” The Tallow Writers Group quarterly review. Her poetry appears in “Sticky Orchard”, a group effort with Alan Garvey, Jim O’Donnell and Anthony O’Neill and grant assisted by Waterford County Council’s Arts Grant Scheme. “Listening To The Grass Grow” with Jim O’Donnell and Anthony O’Neill was published by Edward Power at Rectory press and most recently, in ‘Murmurings’, Remembering Anthony O’Neil, with Jim O’Donnell and Alan Garvey. Her poem Queen Of The Sea was included in the Chesapeake Exhibition at RUH, Bath, 2011. Figurehead Carver, Andy Peters. Photographic display of Ship’s Figurehead Carvings by Richard Sibley – A themed display of her oil paintings and poems entitled Cynefin, were on display in Waterford during The Imagine Festival in 2017. Cynefin-pronounced kuh-nev-in is a Welsh word meaning habitat or place. A place where a being feels it ought to live, where nature around you feels right and welcoming.
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11 Responses to Sophia Says – 4

  1. love the image and this, “When I was grown I built lots of walls. Walls made of square pegs in round holes. Walls made of paper shapes. Walls made of expectations. Walls that served no useful purpose until I saw they were made for learning how to climb again.”…when i think of a wall, i think of boundaries (creating significance and layers of meaning)…


  2. Love today’s entry Teri, Yes so many walls we build around ourselves and put up against other people.. When we were children, we saw things differently, and we trusted in the wall we sat upon to be just a wall..
    Unlike today, so many barriers in disguise .. all with labels upon them.

    Loved your Blue flamingos, is this your art? Beautifully done..

    🙂 Happy Friday x

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    • maskednative says:

      Yes Sue, when we were children, a wall was just a wall, simple as that. You mention barriers in disguise, how true and how sad that we are so afraid of revealing ourselves and yet, how freeing this can be.
      Thank you for liking my Blue Flamingoes, they are my own work, still practicing with oils, and nothing at all to do with walls but the companionship seemed to fit with the childhood theme. Hope you have a good weekend.

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      • They are beautiful.. and you are very talented.. I confess to not working with oils much, I enjoy Acrylics and Pastels and watercolour.. But I keep meaning to buy some oils to give them a go..:-) .
        And here’s to letting go of Masks as we knock the walls down. 🙂

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  3. Geo Sans says:

    an artist removing
    creating layers
    earth speaking through art
    my wonder wall

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  4. Wow, Teri, what a good analogy! It seems that indeed we are always climbing, building, or tearing down some kind of walls as we age. What a shame that we ever feel a need to build walls around ourselves. Great post. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤

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  5. Fantastic post, great insights! Love the painting! ❤

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