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Forging new links


I went for a walk along the Wellington waterfront today.

The sun was beaming down. The water was glistening. Muted shades of green and blue were reflecting back at me in the bright light. The sea was calm and crystal clear. Not a breath of wind could be felt. Not even the slightest breeze.

Everything looked so perfect; like a stage set waiting for a performance to begin. Emerging from the wings were the workers of the city. They infused vibrancy into the scene. Their energy and excitement was infectious. Voices buzzing. The sound of feet pounding the pavement. Heavy breathing joggers rushing past. Walkers on a mission. People cruising on their bikes. Laughter. Quiet reflection. Reading. Eating. Activity balanced by leisure time. Engine noises from boats and cars. The faces said it all; no words were needed.

This walk was special to me for a number of reasons.

First, it took place in my lunch hour.

Second, my husband was there walking alongside me .

I still can’t believe the sheer delight of being able to have this experience during my work day. I looked around me and I felt part of a thriving community after years of being closeted away amongst the hills of the Hutt Valley.

Working in the centre of town is everything I had hoped it would be and more. I feel more alive and energised than I have in a long time. The creativity is starting to flow as my senses are being exposed to the new experiences that make up my day. There is so much to take in.

So many things have changed in my life over the past few months. I feel that there is this force far greater than me moving me forward. It is very powerful and at times unsettling.

Starting a new job, in a completely different environment, is not easy. Learning anything new never is. At the moment I am fully immersed in this process and it is exhausting. I am reminded of what it must be like for any learner as they tackle something new. No matter what prior knowledge they may have, applying it in a different context is never straightforward. Going from a space where you feel confident and competent doing your job to one where you are the ‘new’ person can be frustrating. Feeling overwhelmed by information and not being able to connect everything together may be normal when you start a new job however it doesn’t feel so good.

Yet, different is good. Actually, different is more than good it is great.

This poem spoke to me as I have grappled with my current situation of learning “to be” in a new job and new environment. It reminded me that pushing myself to be more than I currently am is what learning is all about. The more I move and allow myself to be moved the more I grow and move towards being the person I want to be. Thank you Dinah for expressing it so eloquently. By the way, Dinah’s book which includes this poem, was a finalist in the 2007 New Zealand Book Awards.

What Are You Doing?

being moved

being moved to move

being moved to move
and to be

being moved to move and to be moved

being moved to move and to be moved by moving

being moved to move and to be moved by moving and by being

Dinah Hawken (2006) in One Shapely Thing: Poems and Journals (p.10), Victoria University Press

Isn’t it interesting how links are formed?

I went for a walk today and one thing became linked to another (in my mind at least). Life is like that. The solid links stay and form the chain that helps us get through the rough times. They are something to hang on to and not something that holds us back. It is all a matter of perspective really. I hope we can all keep forging new links in our individual life chain.

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One Response to “Forging new links”

  1. on 16 Oct 2007 at 10:15 am Denice Midgley

    Wow Marica!

    I am pleased you have found your creativity and have the luxury of spending your lunch hours like this.

    Your description of the waterfront brings back so many memories for me. It is the first time I have felt nostalgic about leaving Wellington, since we left.

    New lives and new adventures.
    Live love
    live the life you love

    love the life you live

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