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Saturday, August 25, 2012


Small and new to the world, she looked up and found that the sky was summer-blue. The brilliance of it took her breath away. 
Such a vibrant, living sky! 

She stared at it with wonder, knowing this was where she was meant to be. All day she played in the azure glow.

And then it was night and the sky grew cold and black. 

She went inside and closed the door against the longing, mourning the summer-blue.

A little bigger and a little less new, she opened the door. She took just one step beyond the door, but nowhere was the summer-blue. A vast storm covered the world, horizon to horizon.
Gray and swirling.
Anger rumbling.
A flash of terror!
She slammed the door.

But she remembered the summer-blue.

In dreams and reverie, the warm memory of the azure glow ached inside her.  She pushed it aside, aside, aside and then, one day, she opened the door again. She wasn't so brave as to step outside, but even from the doorway she saw no summer-blue. Instead, the sky was dressed in white, attended by a frigid wind. Snow swirled and blew so hard she could barely close the door to its frantic appeal.

This time she shuttered the windows, closing herself more securely in her safe little room. She painted the ceiling blue. This is the sky, she told herself. Here, it will never change. I will always be safe.
She closed her eyes and waited for the warmth of that still-remembered glow. When it didn't come, she became one with the ache and told herself there was nothing beyond the door.

She became an adult within the shuttered windows and a closed door. Even as the seasons passed, she was safe. Even as her inner sky yellowed and pealed around the edges, she was safe. Even as the longing grew, she was safe.
And desperately miserable.
And wondered why?
Wasn't her inner sky every bit as good as that distant memory?
Didn't she have everything she required to survive?
Wasn't this room with its perfectly shuttered windows and impenetrable door exactly what she needed?

“Outside isn’t safe,” she told herself. “I have blue right here. Right here in my safe little room.”
She scowled at the dull and lifeless ceiling and then at her own reflection growing 
And it filled her up and her misery grew and finally she said, “Fine!" She flung the door wide and stepped through her fear, through her gritted teeth, through her resolve. She walked through the cold and through the darkness and through the constant barrage of her own misleading mind and then she saw it.
Had it been there all along?
The sky was summer-blue. And she remembered 

And fear.
Fear was the illusion that kept her safe and she was so afraid to see. Too afraid to know know the summer-blue. For knowing it was to risk a return of the cold and the dark and the painful wind.

She returned to her safe little room and closed the door, falling deep into her delusion of safety in the one place where nothing would ever truly be safe... in her own private and unidentified hell. 


  1. This is powerful. Thank you for sharing it. Like a huge gong, I feel it reverberating in my soul.

  2. Thank you, Ruth. As always, these metaphors appear in my mind and then I have to struggle to understand them. People tend to assume I'm good with metaphors, but I'm really not. In time, I will get the message.

  3. A beautiful piece Shen, thanks

  4. Hey you it is Michael

    Just understood I am to experience a soul retrieval and thought of you.

    Really the soul retrieval is just the end. Been working on it since my heart was broken in this life and others.

    Logistics are going to be hard.


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