Daze of our lives...

All sorts of nonsense happens in the course of the day... good, bad, indifferent... whatever. Thoughts spring to mind, shit happens, things work out, but often don't... usually I have no idea of what's going to happen beforehand and perhaps its better that way. Anyway, just a little of what's going on and a way of clearing my mind... Read on at your own risk.

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OK, not all that much to tell... just a slightly insane, very tired but reasonably perceptive guy who's life is filled with "why's" and never knowing why...

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Chasing rainbows

I don't think there has ever been a moment in my life in which I haven't been in love with the colours around me in my daily life.

One of the styles I particularly like


One of my first memories is one of myself as a small child, standing on the back step of the house, looking out toward the horizon at the dark and darkening clouds of a thunderstorm which was rolling in. The greys and shades of almost black punctuated by lightning and the drum-rolls of oncoming thunder added to an almost unheimlich effect at that moment.

This is more or less how I remembered it, but in memory it was even darker at that moment...


Suddenly, everything became quiet, the wind died down, the birds stopped their noisy warm afternoon chattering and nature laid itself down in quiet awaitence of that which was to come. At that momoent, the orange-red rays of the setting sun broke through for just one last moment, almost as an afterthought and scattering in the evening light formed a rainbow of such intensity it toched something deep inside of me, a wake-up call to something larger and more elemental than I'd ever experienced before in my short life.


I was four or five at the time but I realised that something important was going on and I kept on watching and waiting, seeing a rainbow growing even more intense and quietly multiplying until there were three of them, another fainter and the third the faintest and fairest of all silhoetted against the background of the approaching storm... it was a major turning point in my life.


I learned to look further at that moment, realising that there was more than met the eye, absorbing the forms and the colours, wondering and waiting for meaning that might or might not be there.


There are always moments I am brought back to remembering... puddles of water at the garage on which thin films of oil float and scatter the light, breaking the drabness of mechanical self-absorption into a riot of swirling colour and abstraction, neither past nor present but ever changing... the colouring exercises at school in which I never seemed to be able to whatever I needed to do in a way that satisfied my teacher, combining the "wrong" colours or forms or invariably colouring outside of the lines that were dictated to me... watering the garden, creating my own rainbows and watching in fascination the beauty in the droplets of the mist I'd created. All sorts of moments helping remind me that there is a whole realm of meaning far beyond that whichI face daily...

Rainbow Song

Red and yellow and pink and green,
Purple and orange and blue.
I can sing a rainbow,
Sing a rainbow,
You can sing one too!

Listen with your eyes,
Listen with your eyes,
And sing everything you see.
You can sing a rainbow,
Sing a rainbow,
Sing a long with me.

Red and yellow and pink and green,
Purple and orange and blue.
You can sing a rainbow,
Sing a rainbow,
Now you've sung one too!

Photo made last year whilst on holidays...



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