Where the words lead – I am not a censor of my words, if a poem or story shows itself, I do not question it, I just go with it. In the writing sphere I am more of a tourist than a guide. Words take me where they need to go and there are frightening, sublime, beautiful and enlightening places they take me.
This post explains the words of this image. I forgot how much I love sunrises. Each one is unique in its own right-it had been a long time since I had photographed a sunrise. This particular sunrise was October 4, 2023-just a day before major heart surgery.
Agressive Happiness
The concept of Aggressive HappinessSM is something I have talked a lot about. This particular sunrise had everything to do with the idea, sometimes in the darkest moments, the sunrise still rises, beauty still exists, it is our calling to always seek it.
This image is of a sunrise in a water cup. I felt like it had interesting shapes and and angles and it was as beautiful as I could see being where I was, undergoing what was about to come.
There were some interesting aspects of being in the hospital six days before surgery. I experienced hospital psychosis-I was so glad when someone explained to me that it was a normal aspect of a hospital stay.
Hospital Psychosis
I was hallucinating, images were flashing from the TV to the window, almost like a twisted film that was constantly playing around me overlaying my vision. I felt haunted by people, the dog, etc. things that were not there. If no one explains it to you, you would think you were losing your mind.
I came out of that state, at this time of year. I felt the cool breeze outside, I realized the sunrises and sunsets, I found joy in the darkest moments, this is where we conquer fear, even if for a few days. Peace is an intangible reward we find when we choose to find beauty, sometimes a little faith allows us to feel such joy but it is ours when we need it.
February 2023
I woke to the next year
It insisted, I not be afraid
It was still there
No measurement required of time
It is a fable – control.
As man pines
for moments and hours
To contain,
the sun rose just as it did
the year before
nothing less nor more.
We are as constant as tides
only measurement and control
nature denies.
Where the words lead – Conclusion
I am a tourist of sorts. This life; you can watch it like a movie, read it like a book. Be the director when it is time to direct, be the student when it is time to learn, the spectator when it is time to just sit back and enjoy the show-knowing the timing and how we create words and creative endeavors-it takes wisdom, silence and introspection. I will always go where ever the words and pictures decide.