worms
I want to post lots of things today but I'm so tired I don't think I'll say it all...
We don't have beautiful mountains - or even proper hills around us in our little village. I miss the rolling countryside of somerset but here I have learnt to appreciate something else and that is the massive openess and miles of sky. We get wonderful sunsets that change imperceptably but dramatically in seconds. I love watching them at the end of a hard day.
I am so glad jessica you posted what you did on my last entry. I have found myself reacting so strongly to death in the last year it is good to know I am not alone in mourning the death of worms (even if you were drunk). When it rains here all the worms crawl out of the wood and across the road as if trying to make it to our house to shelter....inevitably many of them die and if I am working early I spend a good ten minutes rescuing them from the tarmac and returning them to the safety of the woodland. I thought I was the only person in the world to care about worms. Next time it happens I will photograph it as it looks quite weird - a worm exodus...
And I often find myself mourning the loss of life when I see roadkill. So much effort has gone into the creation of that creature and it's very being is taken away in an instant - probably mindlessly. It really hurts when I think like that. Yesterday in the car I turned the radio on to try to alleviate the frustration caused by a traffic jam. I found myself in the middle of a radio play and the protagonist was god. Very suddenly he started to describe a sequence of events that resulted in the unexpected killing of a little girl by an old lady in her car. I was so angry...I hadn't wanted to be made to have pictures of the death of a child dominate my thoughts and I was especially cross at the way it was done - it felt cheap; a climactic shock to disguise the lack of content and meaning in the play. Somehow I felt my senses had been raped. Was/am I too sensitive or must we be so desensitized to pain and death to deal with daily life that we are in danger of becoming trivial?
I think it is not our place to decide whether all life is equal but if we must commit then we can only say it is.
We don't have beautiful mountains - or even proper hills around us in our little village. I miss the rolling countryside of somerset but here I have learnt to appreciate something else and that is the massive openess and miles of sky. We get wonderful sunsets that change imperceptably but dramatically in seconds. I love watching them at the end of a hard day.
I am so glad jessica you posted what you did on my last entry. I have found myself reacting so strongly to death in the last year it is good to know I am not alone in mourning the death of worms (even if you were drunk). When it rains here all the worms crawl out of the wood and across the road as if trying to make it to our house to shelter....inevitably many of them die and if I am working early I spend a good ten minutes rescuing them from the tarmac and returning them to the safety of the woodland. I thought I was the only person in the world to care about worms. Next time it happens I will photograph it as it looks quite weird - a worm exodus...
And I often find myself mourning the loss of life when I see roadkill. So much effort has gone into the creation of that creature and it's very being is taken away in an instant - probably mindlessly. It really hurts when I think like that. Yesterday in the car I turned the radio on to try to alleviate the frustration caused by a traffic jam. I found myself in the middle of a radio play and the protagonist was god. Very suddenly he started to describe a sequence of events that resulted in the unexpected killing of a little girl by an old lady in her car. I was so angry...I hadn't wanted to be made to have pictures of the death of a child dominate my thoughts and I was especially cross at the way it was done - it felt cheap; a climactic shock to disguise the lack of content and meaning in the play. Somehow I felt my senses had been raped. Was/am I too sensitive or must we be so desensitized to pain and death to deal with daily life that we are in danger of becoming trivial?
I think it is not our place to decide whether all life is equal but if we must commit then we can only say it is.
posted by raven at 9:15 pm
1 Comments:
When you asked if all life is equal, I answered the question under s different context.
The way you describe it here in this post I would have to say yes.
I consider myself too compassionate. I consider life precious. Despite all that has happened throught out my life, I still believe that there is good in everyone.
I love deeply, and wtih my whole soul. It hasn't quite found it's way back to me, but I believe that one day it will find me.
Sunsets are beautiful.
I am surrounded by the mountains here. I see them clearly on cloudless skies from my office building, and almsot in blurred watercolour on cloudy snow filled skies.
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