I love it.
The whole atmosphere feels excited, more alive, more ready for anything to happen. I brace myself for the lightning and thunder. I'm ready for enormous, relentless rain to absolutely drench me.
|Storm Dips Down|
That amplified feeling reminds me so much of our own artistic tendencies--our dark moods, our unpredictability, our imperceptible shifts that make the world go dark--that make up my whole self. It's always this way. We writers spin beneath a cyclone of wonder, terror, expectancy, despair, and joy. Everything carries electric, amplified, stormy weight.
I'm not afraid of it anymore. I don't resist it anymore.
I stand beneath it, snap a photograph, and I write.
I write! You write! We write!
The poet in me knows you can't really and honestly know the light without the dark shadow of a storm. I brace myself and welcome that downpour.
It's just how it is. I love it. I'm not afraid anymore.
Can you turn your dark moods into art?