Reflections

I walk around Victoria Park viewing reflections in the dusk enhanced water. The swans ripple white and the trees are a deep and darkening green. However as I walk further round I see the landmark cranes of Belfast's shipyard reflected in the East Belfast waters and get to wondering about how the miracle of reflections works. How does something that is nowhere near the water get reflected in it. The setting sun's muted autumnal rays were reflected too, and while I'm sure there is a good scientific reason for how it all works, I preferred the random ponderings of life and depth, stories and versions of truths.

After two weeks of working on an application form I reached a weekend of rest, where my red eyes told a story of late nights on the computer and increased strain on my (recently diagnosed as) long-sighted eyes. Tonight I sit typing with my brand new, bought today, glasses on.

My blog entries; fragments of which I have just shared were mostly composed in my head over these past couple of weeks. A random gathering of thoughts. Few have made it to the blog. It can be harder to share stories of places and people when you are living somewhere. The impressions of people and place are intensified, clarified, and brought into sharper relief when you are travelling. The immediacy of the unfamiliar and the enlivening of the senses. However it is a choice and a learning to live alive to the moment. It is possible to see a stained glass window reflected through a door on the buildings behind us. Moments of random abstract beauty. (Thanks Cary) This past week as winter draws closer I have also enjoyed mornings waking up to watch the sun rising from outside my bedroom window.

However as I stated in my last entry, I will be trying to blog a little more, and at least motivate myself to write even if it is only myself who will be reading this. A creative motivation for my currently settled nomadic self.