Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
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 haven't been spending enough time on the WDC site. I have been struggling to find the time. My life has become hectic and I am growing too old to adapt to the increased demand for brain power. Within the last year, my daughter moved back home, increasing the number of distractions in my life. In October, she gave birth to my grandson, which increased the number of demands on my time. I offer this information as an excuse for my appalling lack of participation lately. Today, I am going to use what is left of my dwindling brain cells to attempt catching up on my weekly obligation to the Promptly Poetry challenge. Inspiration will be hard to come by. |