Posted by: Ross Gardner | April 30, 2014

Frailty and Tenacity

How does nature best describe the dichotomy of life’s frailty and tenacity?

I might think of a gale driven storm, crashing the North Sea waves in a foaming tumult on a stony shore and tern, ever-graceful, hanging themselves steady in the rush of the wind, with eyes still for movement below the surface.

Of butterflies flying ashore, exhausted from their own sea flight and trying to settle on the wet sand.

Or the little ferns that erupt their greenery surreptitiously from the mortar in the harbour walls of a northern city, or the ‘weeds’ that squeeze through invisible gaps in the concrete to scatter unlikely places with yellow flowers.

Or the sight of a mayfly dragging itself from the water, with so much to do and so little time.

Or perhaps the only real frailty is our own and which we look for, inadvertently, in the things around us.

So just how frail is a butterfly that can migrate across the sea?  Ross Gardner 2011.

So just how frail is a butterfly that can migrate across the sea? Ross Gardner 2011.

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