Those who live at the margins of
lives need to connect and link together to stay firm and survive with mutual
support. Without an inter- connected tangle, they cannot hold together and may
be wipe away by the sea or sand of market forces. Nature has taught us how such trees survive
through adaptation; alone or break off from the group, they will collapse or
destroy. This is a basic survival skill for many minorities living among
dominant hostile groups. They need to cooperate for limited resources, like
oxygen, nutrients, sun light and water for growth and development. Some do it
through education and hard labour; others through multiplication of numbers. In
other words, they adapt and change, according to their eco systems. Often we
compete and share in more positive ways, leaning on one another.
Human are meaning making beings, in the search for significance of living. Nevertheless, life is often hard, and we aspire an external help, such as supernatural beings. Life is often uncertain and unpredictable. We pray for help or luck in our pursuit, without realizing that God or light is within us.
Readers and poets (or writers) have their own interpretation of the photo. No one has exclusive claim that one is more right than the other. I am prejudiced by my profession.
My perception is given in the tittle, WINTER BLUE (SAD: seasonal affective disorder), a depression related to seasonal change. Depression affects about 20% of the population and is increasing with the stresses of modern living. SAD affects females more than males; genetic based due to melanin (sunlight deprivation) and low dopamine level. It is not easy for the so called normal person to understand the torments and conflict in the psyche of the depressed. The threshold is more mental than physical; common sense logic or rational arguments will not be relevant. The depressed see everything in darkness, and the lethargy to move out. Mobility and social contact are the prime move. Had her pet rushed out, the owner might have followed, but the animal was affected by her sadness. Sunlight (or artificial light within the house), human interaction and physical activities are practical solution. Of course there are many therapies and anti-depressive medications. I believe poetic therapy offers some insight to our fear and darkness before overwhelmed by illnesses. Unfortunately the genre is dying. How I wish the feline will just meow out loud. MEOW!