In this part of the bush was gravel roads, weird stares by others as they drove past and didn't recognise you, felt somewhat out of the way and definitely a back road. It wasn't comfortable. I was looking for particular images and had an idea about where I wanted to be along the river beds. But the roads and the gps didn't match up and I ended up not quite where I had been intending. The only place to park was also a place where an obvious kind of human activity had taken place. |
I am conscious that as I sit with this image, and the feeling of the space, there are world events unfolding where violence, destruction, and yuk are being experienced. The weight of what is going on, leaving many feeling fearful and uncertain.
I struggle to bring words to a prayer, I struggle to make sense of what others are doing and the impact on lives that has. I struggle to comprehend what might be . . . .
When it feels yuk, may we seek out the people and places of peace. Where souls, hurt and deep disturbance can find their stabilising ground points. Where hope and light send the shadows to the back.
As I left this place, I went somewhere where the water downstream could bring a sense of quiet calm and restoration. Where the yuk would settle, and dissipate. Creative engagement began the work of rising above what had been disturbing, transforming it to something more easily held, and letting it slip out of my hand as the water flowed on.