a walk in the park

a walk in the park

Yesterday we walked beside the sea. We watched a puppy frolic in the park, the waves dance along the shore, and seals basking on the sunny rocks. Besides the treat of seeing seals (too far away for my 50mm lens), we also saw a snake and a butterfly. And we picked 5 kg of rose hips along the way. I was inspired to get outdoors by writing a list of my favourite 20 activities (check out Herby’s post here for other peoples’ lists). As I created a list of things that I could do, and enjoy doing, I realized that I could add a lot more activities to the list, and — bonus — many of them are free!

As I walked, I considered what it means to say that “time and tide waits for no one”. Focusing on uncertainty, trying to peer into the murky future, is an exercise in futility. Of course we would like to know that life’s problems are behind us, but that isn’t going to happen, or at least not while I’m alive and kicking! I need to stop waiting for change, and start creating the change that I want. As Mahatma Gandhi said: “You must be the change you wish to see in the world”. Compared to seeing the future, that should be a walk in the park!

By the way, I received some good news yesterday. Remember that photo contest I was shooting for here? Well, my photo won third prize — check out my winning entry here. Woo-hoo!

Photo taken on November 3, 2010


4 thoughts on “a walk in the park

  1. First off, that is such a beautiful park … and so is the photo.

    Time is like water in a river — it never comes back. At least not the same water. I don’t want to know anything about my future … just want to hold onto what I have now. I think I’m very fortunate that way … but I do agree with Ghandi — if you want some change you’ll have to create it yourself. Nobody else will do it.

    On a different note; it wasn’t arson in Crescent Valley, it was an electrical device, plugged in in a bedroom. Probably cold there so they’d plugged in some kind of heater…

    • That’s a good point, Rebekah; once time has “passed under the bridge”, it’s gone. It’s funny how we find it so hard to change, and to adapt to change — as if it feels too rushed, as if change would move more slowly if we didn’t hurry it along. Of course, that’s silly isn’t it, things are always changing — it’s we who don’t notice it until time has already passed.

      I saw the photos of the fire in the paper. I’m glad it’s not arson. Hopefully there will be some empty units to house the displaced families.

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