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Conveyor of a Wordless Message

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Conveyor

Drivers are advised to adjust their speed to suit the conditions. On a windy stretch of road on my way home, I see a road sign that reads, ‘100 is NOT a Target’. Speed is a safety issue on our roads. Sadly, there have been fatal crashes near the intersection where I turn off this busy main road.  

A New Zealand Transport Authority driving safety advertisement appeared on television the other night. We walk with the Traffic Officer who talks to us in simple, billboard-like terms, as he goes about his job. Ordinary people will say they know their local roads well enough to drive that bit faster.“ I know these roads,” the Officer says to us.

The Officer has a wordless message to deliver. Deaths and injuries place an unbearable grief on loved ones and extract a terrible price in other ways on the community. He is the bearer of bad news to a family. Her pain speaks for itself.  And there are no words he can say to us in his role as the conveyor of the campaign message.

 

Author: Jenny

My garden is where I lose myself, or as Himself likes to tell others, I lose either my coffee mug or wine glass. Well at least I put them on a gatepost so they are easily found. As I see it, we are here on this place to respect and to preserve nature, not to develop the land. I love how the totara trees stand in silent witness to our human activity. They keep me honest. I love to wander along the stream bank. I like being able to grow fruit and vegetables. I enjoy green open space. My son challenged me to write a blog using my garden diaries to start. Writing a blog is quite different to my diary scribblings. It is for a different audience. In every post, I have to make a conscious effort to get free of an academic style of writing. I write about things I know and do in my everyday life. I am not a photographer but the images I use are taken by me. I believe this adds veracity to my voice in each post. Learning to setup and to manage a blog has been a major effort and remains a work in progress. Who knows where this will lead. Himself and I thought we had retired, about to define this older phase of our life together. But family commitments continue. As it happens, I share this place with Himself, son and grandsons and living creatures who live charmed existences. I watch on as they serve as actors weaving their ways across the stage of daily life. Shakespeare wrote in As You Like It: All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; Always, there's something to write about life lived as I know it.

2 thoughts on “Conveyor of a Wordless Message

  1. I can identify. I’m surprised there aren’t more accidents on our road, in a residential district where a lot of drivers treat it like a speedway. It’s Frightening.

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