I received this challenge from my friend Alex Solomon. Okay, girl, here goes. Hard for me to post with no words, but. . . . .“Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day.”
(Click on first photo to enlarge all) There is a poem after the photos. Someone just suggested I note that here because he didn’t notice it the first time he looked at this post.
Circle of sunlight, orb of the moon. Each of their passages over too soon. What we may find as the day or the night gives over to nature in its swift flight is only the present. It isn’t forever. No matter how talented, selfless or clever we’ve fashioned ourselves, we’ll all come around to serve our real purpose, to nurture the ground.
Time chisels away with its constant cruel rasp. The hold of a lover loses its grasp. Circles of friends are too quickly diminished. Everything started soon seems to be finished. Each rolling stone must encounter a wall. The dough of the universe rolled in a ball still lives by the edict that rules us all. Whatever has risen is certain to fall.
The very stuff of the bodies we live in are atomic circlings that we’ve been given to use for awhile before giving them back to continue their course on whatever the track is the larger extension of what we’ve been given— the next destination to which we’ll be driven. This circle we live from year’s start to December is simply the circle that we can remember, most of us hoping we’ll be up to par for inclusion in nature’s recycling bazaar.
I simply do not care a whit so long as you have brains and wit whether you have looks or fame, degreed initials by your name, yachts, mansions or limousines. These things are surely not the means to win my heart and claim my hand. I would not wear a wedding band for cash or notoriety. It must be given you for free. If our minds have found a fit, my heart will go along with it.