Poetic Mapping: Walking into Art is about walking, physically and metaphysically. Both have a common purpose, to boldly go to use that most famous of split infinitives, to breach new horizons and then map out the new terrain – in word and image.
It’s important – to be conscious of where I’m placing my feet. To know where I’m going and have been.
Especially when bulldozed into taking a walk in a direction I’d have run a mile from if I’d have seen the bulldozer coming. I’m thinking of the valley of death, through which I’ve walked too often in the case of loved ones. These walks are also reminders of that final walk I’ll make through that valley, towards that most mysterious of all horizons.
Re-tracing my footprints through a vale of tears, at the right time, has made me that bit more resilient and paradoxically, able to experience more joy in the now, in the knowledge that well, it’s all I have. I don’t have yesterday, and, as the saying goes, tomorrow may never come.
I also look at the maps made by the footprints of those I consider Great in my life. And try to emulate them. And if I ask myself who in my life right now I admire for the way they walk the world, I see they are invariably following, even when this is unconscious, in the steps of the Mega-Greats. In a study of the lives of the Mega-Greats – the maps of where they walked – I see the common denominator of Goodness. Sad it is that this is consistently overlooked in the cause of sectarianism. But that’s human nature for you.
So I want to be good. Even with my Trekkin’ Garmin, I lose my way daily. My blog entries are proof of this! I’ve re-written this page so I can come back to it and remind myself, and make sure I know what my feet are getting up to.
One night I had a dream–
I dreamed I was walking along the beach …
and across the sky flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene I noticed two sets of footprints, …
When the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
I noticed that many times along the path of my life,
there was only one set of footprints.
I also noticed that it happened at the very lowest
and saddest times in my life.
This really bothered me and I questioned the Lord about it….
“I don’t understand why in times when I needed you most,
you should leave me.”
The Lord replied, …
during your times of trial and suffering.
“When you saw only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you.”
Interpret Lord how you like in the above poem.