Today we celebrate the glorious camera and all it does to document life as we know it. Some of us chose to celebrate this fabulous invention every day. At one time a complicated instrument involving a complex blend of science and the technical application of such, the camera is now as common as a feature on your mobile phone. The camera, in and of itself, is an object or tool, a conduit for images and imagination; an extension of both the eye and the mind. A camera gives us art. Utilizing a delicate balance of light and time, there is no other art form as immediate as photography. In a fraction of a second, we are capable of capturing our landscape and loved ones, creating photographs and memories that can last forever.
Undetermined hesitancy, well past procrastination, yet far less than wasting time. Waiting is less a function and more of a state. It is not stillness; for that to occur the mind must settle, not impervious, but free to allow thoughts in. And out. Then become silence. We, then, are waiting, knowing time will tick on anyway. If we can stop even for a moment, to simply breathe, we can find perspective. It is searching for something meaningful from something meaningless. We seek further meaning, knowing our lives are deeper than our pockets. We understand there is greater nutrition in a shared meal, that Friday will arrive each week, and a bicycle and a car each have a purpose. We wait; believing home has nothing to do with boundaries. For our past to catch up with our ever-present worry, for today to be the gift we were told it would be, the future must unfold as it should. In searching for this equilibrium, have we become stuck in the balance? Our mind is occupied. Waiting. We know there are people, who miss us as we miss them, and we wait in one space thinking that one person may find us. Waiting may be a reminder they are not coming. As we wait, we attempt to determine if our response is an action, or a reaction. We know inaction.
Estival Solstice, the longest day of our year, is a time when the sun stands still. Like the sun (if only for a moment) we should also simply be present.
Whether counting clouds by day and stargazing at night, be mindful of the space between each; our space. This is time not for thinking of goals or objectives, but to consciously be in the now.
The mid-point of the year, with so much brightness on the horizon, should not be when we look back on what has happened during the dark cooler months. Look forward, instead, through the summer heat. We know, all too well, that the cold and the darkness will return. We know we should, perhaps, be encouraged to savour this time.
There is a certain equilibrium to this solstice. While we are each guided by certain stars — our place in the astrological jungle — this period is common to us all. In fact, it is a gift. This is the big picture.
We share the same Sun. We all share the same sky. Our views may be different, but we all call this amazing planet our home.
Summer solstice gives us a brief, but needed, period of gentle inspiration. Here we have the opportunity to find balance. There is no rush. Take your time.
Make what you will of the longer days, the intricacies of each season are reflected in how we adapt to an ever-changing society. It is not to ignore the difficulties or struggles we have encountered, or have been living through, but to take in what we have learned. Perhaps you will find the freedom to make the decisions you have been avoiding, or those which offered no resolution.
This period of balance is further emphasized should you be fortunate to take a break on either side of the solstice and reflect on where you are physically. emotionally, and realistically. Travel away from your usual day-to-day will allow you to look at your situation from a different angle. Always helpful. Always appreciated.
This is where we will find our determination to continue through the remainder of the year, and to do what we must to maintain balance.
Time is neither relative or subjective, but an element that enters each equation and becomes a part of every decision. We cannot hold back time, nor can we rush ahead.
There is a rhythm to each minute.
Count the seconds as you count your blessings; separately they are a treasure, cumulatively they make up our true wealth.
For gratitude to be gratitude, it has to be given, as it is accepted; free of conditions; without demand; without expectations.
As an exchange, there needs be, at its most crucial point, equality. Both the giver and the receiver should, even if only for a moment, bask in the state of grace allowed, and furthered by, the humane act of giving.
Gratitude is ‘you are welcome’ as much as it is ‘thank you’.
Sadly, and often, in this give-and-take society, there is an imbalance of power. The provision of aid or assistance is viewed as strength, with the acceptance, or receiver, as weak. Charity — a worthy and necessary act — is boastfully promoted and endorsed. The ‘look at me’ or ‘look at us’ attitude removes the true shine from an otherwise generous act as it makes the giver more important than the need.
It’s pretty ugly out there. We, as humans, have continued to allow this to happen. Captains of industry, politicians, plumbers, and the powers that preach have continually deceived us. We have almost become pre-conditioned to accepting this conditioned eye-for-an-eye type of attitude of gratitude.
It should not be more difficult to understand, as it is to accept, gratitude.
We need to help each other, more. The spirit of giving should be fostered among us, but we end up asking too many questions. Even if just by questioning where any form of gratitude flows, we are suspicious. We look for ulterior motives and hidden reasons.
How do we get past the doubt, or the disingenuous, to not only show our thankfulness, but share the act and purpose bestowed upon us?
We, perhaps, need to be more thankful of what we’ve got and more gratified in how we share our place and purpose.
Indeed, as with the adage ‘the hand that gives is the hand that gathers meaning’, it must be more than exhibiting kindness towards others as a means of benefiting the self. We need to recognize the profound connection of the hand that gives and the hand that receives.
The benefits are shared, are equal, and are needed. There is a deeper meaning in not only accepting selflessly, but in giving graciously.
Always words I wanted to say. Even now, they can’t stain the page. Whys and whens, I might never know if I don’t say, if I couldn’t find the words, or some time, to ask my father.
Forever a distance I could never cross. More than a few steps, questions lost, ifs, ands, or buts, I dared not to mention. How could I, then? Or now? If I didn’t find the time, or the words for my father.
There have always been years, months and days I never found the time, or the way. The fault is mine, tongue-tied. Can I speak, now? Or ever? Time is a barrier to words with my father.
A love held back, not purposely so. It’s my fault, I know it’s there, I’ve felt it grow, still I can’t, so it seems, make myself known. How can I, now? How would he know? Does he? Do I know my father?
There is a will to utter sentences in my head, to say what needs to be told, has to said. I’d like to think he realizes what holds me back. I understand him less, than he knows me. How can he? He is my father.
I was supposed to ask, supposed to say, but never did. Was it meant to stay that way? The clock has expired, true nature of time. Words unspoken. Unrealized. Thoughts remain mine. Not my father’s.
Did he know why I needed my time? Questions then would always remind. Maybe he thought it best I find the answers on my own. It’s probably right, words meant to remain with my father.
