A Blurred Life

Blurred image of Stannington, Sheffield, photographed from Bole Hills.

"All your life you live so close to truth, it becomes a permanent blur in the corner of your eye, and when something nudges it into outline it is like being ambushed by a grotesque."
— Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, 1966

I didn't take many photographs in September, at least not deliberately. The one included here was another of those butterfingered photographs that occur from time to time either by accident or by some design beyond my comprehension. Either way this one seems to capture the feeling of the past month a sense of overwhelm and loss of control, life moving at a too-fast pace for me to be able to focus...but then, even in the mess there are angels descending.

I could give you specifics: this happened, that happened, so-and-so did such-and-such, but the outlines I might offer would only be grotesque: unfair, unjust, blaming or bitter. No, better to perceive the whole, however unclear, and to embrace all the not-knowing it contains. Stoppard's play, from which I quote, emphasises the randomness of the world and the conflict between perception and reality. It is both funny and disturbing, an apt reflection on life itself.

When I planned my September I perceived it as beautifully ordered, with lots of white space. The reality was quite different, one event blurring into another, much time lost to periods of despair and disgruntlement, an imbalance of giving and receiving, and a desperate striving for clarity that never materialised. But step back, it was only one month, one among hundreds. It was a month of great change for our family: Asrai and Zoë back at school after a long, lazy summer, Rayna now a mature student, a university freshman embracing all that student life has to offer, me stepping more into the homemaker/carer role, squeezing in time to run in the early mornings, and all of us resuming one or another evening or daytime class to maintain (or even improve) our minds and bodies—and house renovations happening around our ears. Well, of course it's all a blur!

Those 'descending angels' in my accidental picture, they are the moments of beauty we find in our messy, blurred life, the humorous references to lines from our favourite films, the hugs of amends, the kisses of parting, the embraces of welcome, the shared meals, our nightly Bible reading, our bedtime rose/thorn/bud ritual. All the disagreements and arguments of the day can sometimes be dissolved in these small, precious moments, and we each get to wake up new.

September News

As planned, I took up running again after a two-year lapse due to injury. Starting with short local runs of one mile or less I have worked up to five-mile morning runs most days of the week, filling in the gaps with two or three mile walks. I have an app that tells me off if I miss one or the other. I've also resumed my guitar lessons and ballet practice, but not yet drawing again. Perhaps that will happen in October. No pressure. We are all slowly adjusting to our recalibrated life and I imagine it will soon become routine—well, as routine as four volatile, capricious people could perhaps hope to experience :)

October is here, my favourite month of the year, all golden brown with a crisp, chilled edge. Time to open my box of scarves.

"It's amazing the difference a piece of cloth can make" — Lila Valentine

See you in thirty days,
Tobias


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