When John Donne, the English poet, penned his Meditation 17,
from Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions in 1624 he wrote for an
audience in an era far removed from the one we live in today.
He’d never have imagined that the earth would be re-aligned -
new countries would spring up and old
countries would be renamed. The idea of community has been around since time
immemorial, ever since birds of a feather have flocked together.
continents and countries that are interconnected and separated by race,
religion and nationalist rhetoric. The human race is big on belonging and
ownership – the source of nearly all conflict. There’s nothing new about
the unification of humanity. Saints, clerics, scholars, rich and poor men understand
inter-dependence but what if it’s all too much?
John Donne was an unashamed romantic. He believed in the
brotherhood of man, building the world a home and furnishing it with
love…growing apple trees and honey bees and snow white coloured doves…get the
picture? He would have probably taught the world to sing too!
A harmonious world might exist in another galaxy but it’s
definitely not Planet Earth! This clod, known as our world, is in dire straits.
Hell we can’t even get along in cyberspace let alone in a parking space. Globalisation
has made us acutely aware of the challenges we face in re-thinking some of our
The information highway enables us with a username and log-in
but disables us from human connections. We have facetime,
email time, skype time, phone and text time. There’s very few avenues left for
us to escape from our fellow man unless we’re prepared to brave the Antarctic
or the Gobi. Communication today is shallow.
Parents phone their children and
ask what they’ve had for lunch. Children phone their parents whilst shopping
for shoes trying to squeeze even more cash out of them. We complain and fret
simply because there’s a ready ear that we can pour vitriol into. Perhaps women
are among the worst offenders since we just love sharing and dissecting the
myriad details of our lives. Men, especially the ones with a holier-than-thou
attitude, will feel slightly superior until we do some eavesdropping, and
find that bitchiness is not just a female perogative.
Let phones, emails and males go unanswered and ignored
. Our souls seek peace. Men and peace rarely go together.I've yet to meet one who's in touch with
his feminine side fails but never out of touch with his contacts who also thinks
he’s a babe magnet!
His toys or weapons – oh yes they have a sharp side
- iphone, ipod, fuel injection and eyeing
the softer sex can be causes for concern. He can stalk, provoke, beguile, dupe,
disconnect and economise the truth with any or all of those aids. A man’s world
is a hallowed domain that he doesn’t care to share and…. he’s welcome to it!
Traditionally women have been the care-givers so they seek
out objects on which they can shower their love and affection. That’s why women
love purchases and associations. Shoes, clothes, cosmetics, careers and
relationships devour their time and wardrobe space.
The men in their life
were sometimes acquired like works of art. They are displayed (or just splayed)
on the sofa. Sometimes they move from the sofa to the fridge for a snack and a
root beer. Nearly always they’re falling asleep sitting down…in front of cable
Motherhood is not as attractive an option –
too much like hard work….and who wants to work that hard….after a hard day’s
work? How can you possibly take care of someone else’s needs if you’ve
neglected your own?
Women have gone full circle and claimed Planet Venus for
their own. On Venus they find many of their own kind who’ve tried to share
their lives with one man or several and it just hasn’t worked out. They haven’t
found their equal and looking for him is proving tiresome.
Modern woman (and man) have found sanctuary in their
interests. For some, an evening spent on decoupage, stencilling, cross stitch,
painting, jewellery making, flower arranging, glass blowing or moulding clay is
wholly satisfying. The more energetic find inspiration from toning their bodies
at Zumba, sultry, Latin dancing, kick boxing, cycling and circuit training. The
intellectual woman (and man) spends time with books – a mind journey will never
leave you wanting for physical company – “get out of my face, my nose is
staying in this book or glued to my e-reader!” Single-minded woman is a
rambunctious story weaver – she’s a blogger, a poet, playwright, novelist and
raconteur. She doesn’t need inane company to feel alive.
|I don't need rescuing!|
She creates Hobby Island and devotes herself to it. Her
island is not a lonely place but she is alone. In the vast ocean that is life she
stumbles across many islands and she takes pleasure in them all. Each is not without its dangers though….the
danger of discovery.
There’s nothing worse than finding yourself on an island
that’s inhabited. Guess who could be coming to dinner? Some ship wrecked dead
beat who’ll bore the pants off you with a repartee of swashbuckling
tall stories After all, his imagination has been running wild amongst the flora
and fauna on the island and you're the eye candy! The best thing you can do
is jump into your boat and hoist up the sails. He’s about to pillage and plunder.
Out there somewhere you may find what you’re looking for but
only if you don’t settle for second best. Swaying palms, cool breezes, shimmering
seas, bucketfuls of sunshine and white, hot sands – if it’s too good to be true
then you’re probably right - even
paradise can be tainted.
Try island hopping before you decide to settle. You are as
alluring as the most bountiful island on earth. Don’t be hasty and part with
all of your ripeness. There’ll be invaders who’ll want to claim a piece of you.
Your time, your space is precious and your shores are to die for. The crested
waves know it and impatiently rush to taste the sweetness.
A woman’s heart is an island; a refuge and comfort for
herself. Sometimes she’ll share herself and sometimes she’ll erect fences. If
she allows you to spend a night under a canopy of tropical stars, watching the
sun dip into the horizon, kindly accept. When dawn comes she will busy herself
and you may find yourself rebuffed.
|Floating my boat|
A man and woman are opposites by nature but there is a place
for them to meet in harmony. It takes a lot of trying and failing before you
get it right. No one should ever feel stranded as gadgets help us keep in touch
or you can opt for the old-fashioned method of communication – a message in a
Enjoy your space and if you ever want to experience the
tranquility of an island home then put up a “DO NOT DISTURB” sign. Enlightenment
never seeks a companion and neither should you…unless his name is solitude and
he knows when to zip it!
Woman (and man) is an island. Home is everywhere and nowhere.
Don’t tie her down. Let her spirit dance in the sand and swim to the darkest
depths. There’s poetry in her heart but she needs a bolt hole to bring forth her creativity so let her (and him) be.