I mused on this as I played in the sand. I thought of the devastating floods in Australia, and the many homes and towns which will never be the same. I remembered the times in my life where new order emerged out of the chaos of loss.
The beach was littered with broken scallop shells, and each wave delivered some more. As I gathered them up, my impulse was to put the pieces back together again, and make a whole scallop. But in this particular jigsaw, most of the pieces were missing. So I made a new form, out of the broken bits.
And so, for all those whose lives have turned to flotsam and jetsam, I offer imperfect images of hope: a moon and a new shape created from broken scallops.
8 comments:
I just love it, beautiful Juliet! Ksenija
Thank you Ksenija; I appreciate you taking the trouble to comment, and for signing your name!
That's lovely, Juliet. Often new shapes out of those broken end up being stronger. Still, hopes and prayers go out to all those devastated by the floods.
That's so true Penny; thank you for your wise observation.
So lovely Juliet. Wisdom is bought at a desolate market where nobody goes to buy. Who said that? It just came to me now thinking of those in the midst of desolation. Your post is marvellous
What a great quote, Joan. Thank you.
What a wonderfully perceptive observation for Mira to make. It is astonishing how the young make the connection of the shape between two such differing subjects. I love hearing Mira's comments.
I think the answer to your question at the start of this entry is answered by your picture - out of the chaos of broken pieces you have made something harmonious even though it is not whole.
Thank you Anne; I like that thought.
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