Walking in the river valley the other day I found a bush that was absolutely covered with these unusual looking pods or capsules. It struck me that they were shaped like an idea. Twisting white pathways of information coming from the ether and coalescing into a central bright red pod. In examining the filaments more closely I noticed that each one had hundreds of fuzzy branches reaching down from the sky joining into the more prominent white strands.
Our ideas come from somewhere, perhaps they come from ‘manywhere’. Just a bit from here and a bit from there, hundreds or maybe thousands of influences coming in from every direction into the brooding pot of the bright red pod. Minutes, days, months or even years of mingling and bumping about, all of those influences eventually coalesce into the big idea.
I see that bush as our community, a tangled mass of sights, people, sounds, colours, shapes, smells, feelings, and so on, things that we experience every day. That bush, our community, does not stand alone in the river valley, it is so matted up with neighbouring bushes that it would be impossible to separate them. Bush beside bush beside bush all intermingling into one giant “Ball of Confusion(That’s What the World is Today)”, best said by The Temptations May 7, 1970.