artjournal – connecting things

the open moment

Anyone who has ever lived through a major hurricane knows about the eye of the storm. The eye is beautiful, alluring, and extremely dangerous, like some tempestuous relationships. If you don’t understand where you are, the eye will fool you. You will think the preternatural calm, the blue sky, signal the storm is over, that you are safe. ~ And then, with no time to escape, a wall of wind and water from the back side of the storm will rise up like hell and death itself. You will run, swim, cling to a roof top, scream and go mad for a time. If you survive the roar, the wave, the snakes in the water, the smell of decay, and the fear of your own death, and if you are very lucky, a morning will come when you will feel the soft feathers of a dove on your shoulder bearing an olive branch in its mouth. ~ Coax it to stay with you. It might be a sign that your life has been handed back to you; that you have a fresh start.