November 16, 2018 · 3:23 pm
Sequester – Word of the Day
Windy Harbour, looking westward along the south coast.
Slowly fast we went
and sequestered time,
and left the rush of real life,
where devices twitter perched on data trees,
and slamming doors and ring tones
signal anxious rush to drudge.
We put a down-payment on us,
and floated to the sea,
to taste the salt in the air,
to feel the sand between our toes,
to smell the wattle and friends,
make garlands of seaweed,
and listen to the wisdom of birds,
and wonder, is water the same
yesterday, today and tomorrow?
It was only a day,
but it felt like more,
and I feel younger now,
O to drown in that sea.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
February 26, 2018 · 2:10 pm
via Daily Prompt: Imagination
It’s known as Cathedral Rock (Windy Harbour), I get it, it’s quite large, it reaches skyward, spire-like. It was clearly someone’s imagination, and I get to share in that a little. However, if inclined, I can use my own imagination and come to my own sense of this rock, I thought of it as The Leap, the rock in the water having already done that.
I have met people who claim they have no imagination, or they only have a limited imagination. Initially I react to that with sadnness, but I question their premise. I think they have not had the encouragement, and probably the opposite in fact, to explore their capacity to imagine.
My imagination was given free reign. My mother indulged me in imaginative ways. She made cardboard castles and forts with working drawbridges (it’s amazing what bobbins and string can do), she taught me to imagine that my toys were real in the play moment, the cars, the plastic farm set, the soldiers, the trains. The best gift to my imagination was that mum read to me and taught me to read very early.
Reading took me to other worlds, and worlds I could extend, or place myself in. The Last of the Mohicans, Treasure Island, Pirates and Amazons, The Secret Seven, all fueled my mind and my play and creativity. These gave way to Asimov, Tolkien, CS Lewis, Donaldson, Moorcock, Rowling and more. Best of all were the poets from Donne to Oliver, and music, of course. It flowed out into writing, poetry, painting and more that I have passionately engaged. Imagination gave me new eyes, a different view. Which reminds me of one of my favourite quotes, which is related:
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.” Marcel Proust
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Tagged as Cathedral Rock, creativity, gift, imagination, new eyes, Proust, Windy Harbour
July 10, 2017 · 3:57 am
Water can be savage. I remember in my year 10 class learning more about how water erodes, and in our art class we tumbled gemstones in water to polish them (it worked, over a year). The photo shows a slice of Western Australia’s rugged sounthern coastline at Windy Harbour, savaged and ravaged by the constant battering of powerful salt water, the rock has surrendered, grudgingly and slowly. Just the sound, that explosive battering thump, lets you know that the water is savaging the rock and everything and will have its way. And yet, the water is refreshing, majestic, and beautiful as well.