10 July 2013

Bucketed suffering

I'm sure I've used this picture before, of the bucketed Christ perpetually suffering on Gozo in Malta. I always loved this picture because I can see the Maltese light in the way I remember it, reflecting off the limestone into the blue sky and water. Golden and dry: bright but not hot.

The things I have lost living in Malaysia now include a sense of weather beyond it being hot, or different degrees of hot. The Autumn is not coming: I should give up on that hope. Ramadan is coming, not the Autumn.

A lack of positive narratives continues to hold me back from writing. I am trying to see the way forward, but not getting there. The resentment keeps rising: resentment results from both real and imagined wrong done, Wikipedia says. Look to the bucketed Christ for answers.