I follow the bread crumbs
leaves me, so delicious, how can I resist?
The luscious blood orange color I see on my bathroom curtain
The salmon colored light I bathe myself in at sunset on a summers day
New growth on wind whipped trees and shrubs after a hurricane
Stubborn crisp, green seedlings reaching
The roseate spoonbill flying under the dark fog
The peeling yellow ochre and washed out iron oxide bark of the gumbo limbo revealing a green gold energy source
Is this green fire I wonder? Is this what my passion feels like?
BRINGING THE OUTSIDE IN?
And then she tells me to paint for more bread crumbs
So that’s what I do.
Creatives work within their sea of story, metaphors abound in our world.
Metaphor is powerful, limited only to your imagination.
Watch your words dance alongside form, color, and line
Watch your paint wrap around, under and over vocabulary and grammar, perhaps even song
revealing a key that unlocks special containers holding precious thought-files you have been collecting.
Perhaps a metaphor is a key to a door that reveals a secret garden for you to organize your thought-plants and tend to seeds you have sown.
You might discover a key to your own personal algorithm that allows you to interpret your dreams and reveal your
DREAM OF DIRECTION
Leading you to
Maybe metaphor leads you to your energy source
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