(c) 10 Dec 2013 Windy Johansen
This time’s phrase is: the perfect time (to start again)
My creative writing often has these ideas of redemption and triumph as central themes; even if such ideas aren’t central, they’re typically woven through a work. I’ve had to start over so many times.
ANd as much tragedy as there can be in the things that make us start over, there’s often hope. Hope that this time will bring us closer to the best people we can be.
I think these moments give us the chance to be our own people. I think they also remind us of how delicate things in life can be…how delicate our own fellow beings are. I think these times of picking up the piece teach us to be kinder to the next person who goes through their own set of awful things.
I think that it makes our dreams and hopes capable of becoming far more rich and alive than they could be otherwise.
And at the same time, I really hate blazing through piles of tissues because I cried approximately 500 times today. But those things, those awesome things that grow out of this…brokenness…they’re grand. (And piles of dirty tissue is a small price to pay for that.)
I see this picture in my mind of dirt or soil broken into little jagged dry pieces. Those pieces are glass sharp enough to hurt you. The ground is rocky now; no water will ever make it produce life again. You’re sure it can’t.
You walk around a bit, picking past large shards. You stumble, fall, and dust yourself off. Ow. Owowow.
And then you see it…there’s this little plant growing a few inches from your toes. Somehow, life is still here.
You fell over that spot not long ago. Your blood must have given that seed just enough water to grow. You’re sure that has to be it. Otherwise that’d be a miracle.
Do miracles happen? N-no…Um..
The plant just continues to be there. It’s a bright green, with softly rounded leaves.
Do miracles happen?
And in that little plant..inside you, is this new promise: Tomorrow may not give you any rain, and the glass might hurt you, but there will always be bright things somewhere.
Unexpected life is extraordinary stuff. And as you look around, you spy other plants, even in places you haven’t been to.
Wow. The broken ground gave these little seeds room to sprout.
An embryonic forest of miraculous origin.
It’s the perfect time to start again.
How do you feel about these things?