Sparkling lights of a Ferris wheel
Carry me up so high
Over the trees
A vast ocean breathes
As I turn on this circle in the sky
The cage that holds me gently sways
My cheeks are sore from smiling
Surrounded by those I love
A slide of winter breeze steals around my collar, ruffles our hair
The ground so far below
my stomach does a little dance
As the aroma of salt and brine is carried in on the wind
I feel my mind carefully tracing this moment in time
Never to be forgotten
Our lives, memories interwoven, add another stitch full of brightly coloured dyes
Happiest oh happiest 30th of July
*this harks back to last week-end which I get to enjoy again, over and over in my memory. My family and I, all jammed like sardines in the one Ferris wheel basket soaring into the sky.
We’re laughing on ice cream infused breaths, stomachs extended and replete from belly laughs and a beautiful dinner together
Everything is perfect
For a moment and nothing lasts, I know that
It’s been such a crappy week for so many reasons since then – sure, there have been bright spots and I always find them, but there have also been too many times when I had that sinking stomach feeling
Which reminds me of the Ferris wheel. Life is constantly in motion. We feel its seasons but also all of our emotions, shifting and sifting, restlessly turning from one thing into another – up, down
The only way to maintain equilibrium? Wait for the next turn around
And don’t look down
(Well it rhymed, plus it is true) we choose where we look, and where we look is where we go. Stars are prettier than the ground and they remind us, we are just small things really.
Header photo:Why don’t photos ever look as close and beautiful as the real thing? Anyway, you can see the Ferris wheel, which magically arrived in time for my birthday. It’s not fixed and will move on which made it being there such a wonderful surprise from the universe.
I’m standing on our balcony, it’s Friday afternoon and I can hear the sound of Pat’s V8 cruiser coming as I take the shot. My heart is doing happy little flip flops.
And every time I see this photo that moment comes alive. Which is why I take photos all the time, and then when I flick through my phone I’m reminded. It’s the same with my poetry blog posts – I flick back and feel the words unravel emotions into memory.
Our lives are worth recording – even if it is only us who enjoys them later. Especially if it is us. Our memories are a little glitchy, photos help nail down those ephemeral moments and capture them right here – where we can open them. Anytime.