Of Shining Worlds

Posted on February 2, 2004 in Hope and Joy Life as Metaphor Writing

In the wake of last week’s parting of the ways, I’ve felt a brief lurch and a halt in my creative energies. As I made my breakfast, I felt as if I were orbiting a featureless gray world, a Venus completely enveloped by streaked fogs. The calm I felt was too perfect, the clouds too obscuring. I wanted to penetrate those layers of cirrus and stratus, to take soundings, to probe the craters and gorges that pocked the orb’s surface.

Then I realized that this vision was a thing of beauty. That I could revive my passions by describing the filaments brushed across the atmosphere. Winds messed up the perfect water forms. The chaos I needed for originality endured. This was no shaved head, no monk pretender exhaling all the ozone to the heavens, no torn atmosphere. It was a thing of beauty, Life, hope, my sense of self.