When short in years we feast on life and all that comes. A single fallen petal or a full bunch of flowers hold similar delight. The concept of abundance has not really reached our consciousness. As we grow longer in years we count and imperceptibly, feast gradually transforms to scarcity, limits and limitations. When once we counted our blessings as years grow on us the tendency is to innumerate the curses; the pains and irritations, disease and disappointment. In a certain way of looking at the arc of living we go from feast to famine.
A long time unemployed friend told me today that he had two interviews for jobs this week. During these past years even getting to interview has been a rare occurrence for him. So now having done well in both interviews there might even be a choice between which job to take. But it is early days. Not a good idea to count those chickens, it only leads to disappointments. But getting out of that feast/famine mind for just a moment it is good to remember that abundance and scarcity are constant companions throughout life.
And so to the rustic hut. The one above with a hole in the roof and the battered walls is no longer there nestling in the Black Forest, Germany. It must have fallen down. The decaying structure had limitations in terms of being a shelter. I doubt if anybody had been in it for years. But it was attractive enough for me to take a photograph. And I am wondering why. Perhaps a metaphor for the aging process, a romantic ruin? A natural folly. A structure with questionable value yet redolent with Truth? Perhaps the sad-beauty of decay. An emblem of impermanence.
Now as I think about it I imagine the sparking of interest was to do with this bringing together of feast and famine. Which is discovered, with accompanying joys/sorrows, in the living of a reflective life. And well, OK then, the picture is published here because of the significant place small spaces have in nurturing that life and how, with this Field of Merit project, we intend to nurture reflective living.