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The Bag, The Interview, The Journey September 9, 2008

Posted by L in Bloggers, General, Life, Random, Uncategorized, Wisdom.
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(Please note this post is in response to the Let Us Begin: The Paper Bag challenge posed by Pat at Single for a Reason.)


The Interview:

Q: I know you are waiting for the next wind of change to carry you away, so I will try to keep this interview short.
Bag: Thank you.  Really though, I’m good. I’m in no hurry.
Q: Still, do you remember how you got to where you are now? Do you remember the events that took you to … to here?
Bag: Yes, I do actually.  It started what seems so very long ago.  I was little and had such dreams of growing big and strong. I’d be able to stand on my own no matter what storms came my way. I…
Q: Yes, that’s interesting. You’ve come a long way, Bag.  Did you ever see yourself ending up where you are now?
Bag: Not really. It wasn’t exactly how I pictured myself.  But life happens.  Certain circumstances came about that altered my reality.
Q: Would you elaborate?
Bag: Certainly.  See, I dreamt of being seen, of people looking up to me. I was good at what I did.  At times, it seemed I would become what I desired.  I was seen and played what I thought was an important part.  Then, there was an unplanned event that changed it all.
Q: Do go on.
Bag: My whole world changed and I became something I never thought I would.  My very being seems to change. I was no longer that lone being out in the world.  I had a new purpose.
Q: And that’s how you became what you are today, right?
Bag: Exactly.  Oh sure, I had purpose before… I had provided for others in various ways, be it a source of fun or shelter from whatever.  But now, now I had a whole new kind of purpose.  I had a new job, and I gave that job my all.
Q: Was the change difficult?
Bag: Sudden change is often difficult.  However, I saw my new role as important. Oh sure, there are many out there like me, each doing their job.  Still though, I did mine to the best of my ability before…
Q: Before what?
Bag: …Before I was no longer needed.  Once it was time to let go of what I held so dear, I felt useless. It seemed I was tossed away like, like, like some kind of trash.  No longer good to anyone.  No longer seen.
Q: So you felt used and discarded?
Bag: In a way, yes.  I know my job was important.  I know that I made a difference in the life of others.  Now though, I feel…
Q: How do you feel?
Bag: Sometime I feel a little blue.  I think I hide it well though.  You know, we all have those moments where we see the darkness, feel stepped on and are a little blue.  I guess in those moments, when it’s you against the world, you just have to let your light shine and go on.
Q: You sound sound almost angelic there.  Noble, perhaps.  Talking of purpose and light in the darkness.
Bag: I am far from angelic.  I am however hopeful.  Although by most I am still not seen, there are a few who take time to see me.  They may not know what is inside, but they see me for a just moment.  Most just go on with their busy lives.  I understand that. I mean, after all, I am just… well, me.  But there are those few..
Q: Which few?
Bag: Those few that take the time, though they may be few and far between, those few that take the time to look outside themselves and see the worth in what many see as worthless.

Q: Wow.  You are very deep, Bag.  Thank you for spending time with me today.
Bag: Thank you.

Bag feeling blue 1

bag feeling blue 2

bag feeling blue 3

Bag light in the darkness

Bag Close Up

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As I mentioned at the start, this is in response to Pat’s challenge.  However, I cannot let it end here.  I find myself asking questions of my own.  You do not have to answer if you do not wish, but at the very least, ask yourself…

Do you see yourself in the story above?
Do you ask questions not really caring about the answer, only to find yourself surprised once you do listen?
Do you use and toss aside?
And most importantly, who really is the bag?
Is it you?

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(The original photo is ©Pat Coakley 2008. Photo used and altered with her consent – this means she personally actually really truly knows about it and has okay’ed it.  Do not use her photos unless she has given permission.  And no, someone just posting a picture on the internet alone does not mean s/he has given permission…)


Challenge Accepted 01 August 28, 2008

Posted by L in Bloggers, General, Random.
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You may not know this, but I occasionally stop by a blog called
Single for a Reason™
There I find many photos, deep thoughts, challenges, as well as stories of life and spud.

I do not think I have ever so much as commented on the blog, let alone participate as anything other than a lurking spectator in any posed challenges.

Until now.

Looking Down, The Series
a challenge was posed.

Manhole Covers.

Simple enough.

Or is it?

I grabbed my camera and headed out to challenge the rules.  Manhole covers.  Inspired by the uninspiring.
I of course knew there are no manholes where I live.  Perhaps we are a wholly inspired community.  Perhaps it is a town full of people who only look up, with no underground to speak of.
Despite this, I set out, eyes down cast, peering through the lens of my camera, to face my first “Pat’s Challenge” – even if it means crawling through a loop hole.

In my first journey of photographic challenge I shot this

man a hole looking down

thinking, “Man, a hole”

Knowing Pat is much to wise to fall for such a play on words, I traveled on.
I found these covers calling out to me.

manhole poser twins looking down

“Hey, You, with the camera… We hear you are looking for a man in a hole. Is it true?”
“No” I reply in the middle of the street in my small town. “I am looking for a Manhole Cover.”
Laugh, the twin covers did. Laugh and point to the outcast down the street. My camera and I, carried by my chariot of the mini-van variety, traveled down to the lonely Sewer Cover.

manhole poser 1 looking down

It told me of it’s dirty existence. It weaved tales of dreams that perhaps only a heavy metal cover can.
“One day I’m going to the city and living in the street.”
The cover wistfully went on “I’ll be traveled over by endless tires, shoes, and animal paws.”
As it brushed gravel aside, it told of it’s sorrow of constant stench as it is always forced to look up and watch the clouds go by. The cover shared with me as I stood broken hearted with my camera. It shared how it dreams of one day looking down on the hidden ways of the underground in the big city. It was the fading dream of the manhole cover wannabe.

Perhaps we are more like a manhole cover wanna be than we realize.  How many of us dream of an existence similar to the very one we want to escape from?  How many of us trade our life away for a different version of the same thing?  We don’t see the important role we play.  We smell the stench of our unfulfilled dreams.

Perhaps in Pat’s Challenge one will find more than a manhole cover.  Perhaps in this challenge, taking our eyes off the clouds and looking down, we will become, if only for a moment, grounded with a new way to look at things.  And maybe, just maybe, we see the beauty that surrounds us…