Sophia Said – 2

Forest keep

Wisdom is realising what monuments of your life are worth restoring,
and what needs rest.

Thresholds

Old buildings are incredibly interesting, the lives they contained, the changes, the eventual giving way to natural processes of decay, mosses, lichens, nesting grooves for all kinds of animals, and there are those not built to last, will never age with grace and beauty.

Beginnings and endings. The open door-the closed-the locked. Was it a purposeful decision or allowed to occur without permission. Life has a way of repeating various scenes, acts, places, reaping the same response from habits formed. Other doors are available, other ways of being, doing.

But I like the one I already have, you might say, it’s  comfortable, and I’ve just bought a new chair to sit in. See how well it fits me.

Stop. Look closer……you look so much better standing up, your body is leaner, fluid, movement propels you into action.  I know what you’re thinking, I told you so, isn’t that it, how many times have I told you to change what you’re doing. I know, I know, but you didn’t understand, it wasn’t just about the chair, the comfort, the routine, it was an essential stage of life, propelling me further than it looked from the outside, even more than I could realise. In hindsight, I see how much editing there was, always striving to find a better way, a better word, a better life.
Life is a great teacher and I say thank you to all those monuments, some are still very beautiful. Am I ok with letting others go ? Well, I know how to swim, maybe I could swim better.

I was inspired to write about thresholds today after listening to the words and music on platosgroove.com it really gave my morning a kick-start, listen in.

This is the second post in response to the 5 day photo/story challenge from suedreamwalker – take a look at her Healing Wood posts.
If you want to have a go, the rules are-‘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.

I am nominating Trini at pathsofthespirit

Diary Of A Blow-In

One World
One World

Afternoon sun shines on slate roofs. Front gardens sit neatly below small square windows, framed with frilly net curtains.  There is no-one around. The quiet is disturbing but the dramatic view of a Rhondda Valley hill, rising up at the bottom end of the road, is breath-taking, as if it was just created, a universe being born.

I face the neat row of terraced houses, taking in every detail of the house where I was born. Imagine what it would feel like to open the little garden gate, to walk the short path to the front door, just as my mother did, starting her new life far from the comfort and security of her Irish home and family, but this was no refuge for her, creating painful memories that would blight her whole life.

The secrecy of net curtains. Watchers, waiting. Someone who still remembers. I cannot take the step towards the past, and yet, I capture this place of my beginning with my camera. It seems important somehow.