in the green fingersstretching to reachthe blue skyi look at the flowersthat hold a strangekind of wisdomin their unreflective beautyand resistance to change.
It is not a controversial statement, I think, to say that we live in a time of radical change. Yes, change has always been there, and life has always moved on. But in the past we were not made aware of this fact on a 24 hour basis. Again, obviously in the past people knew that there was change, the philosophers of old contemplated this very thing. But today we are so connected to the whole world's news and cha
nges, that we experience change, in my opinion, differently.
We are made aware of change on a constant basis.
Not only are we constantly hearing about new news stories around the world, the very thing we use to see this news is constantly changing. There are new versions of everything being released every single day, new models being released each year. I am still using a DSLR camera from 2007, with a 50mm lens from pre 2000s. If I could, I would not change this.
While walking in the garden one morning, looking at some flowers that succumbed to the fate of a hungry bug, it really struck me again:
From seed, to seedling, to flower, to decay, the flower is always changing. In the flower is the wisdom and resilience we need to cope with our lives today, or so I felt when I looked at the flower, half eaten by some bug. It was a yellow flower (one that I share below) and I looked at it while I looked at the mountains on the horizon, listening to birds in distance, feeling the presence of everything buzzing around me.
I think there is wisdom hiding in the flower's resistance to decay after the bug ate almost most of it. Still, it flowers, it blooms, even though most if it has been eaten. And is this not a beautiful metaphor for our lives today, bombarded with new news stories about all of the horrific things happening in the world? Why not stand up, after being metaphorically eaten by these bugs, to keep on blooming in the sun, e
Iven if our petals does not show as beautiful as previously?
All of the photographs are my own, taken with my Nikon D300 and 50mm Nikkor lens. The musings are my own, albeit inspired by these flowers and leaves with their inherent wisdom.
Thank you
