WILD WRITING

I often retreat to a fascinating place buried in the depth of my mind. This place has fantasy, stories and unforgettable memories, inspired by emotion and powered by imagination. It is here that I'm at the centre of my universe and have unimaginable power. I believe such greatness should be expressed and shared. I choose to do it through untamed creative writing. There is no end to the weird, wild and wonderful ways to write.

MY SUN FLOWER STORY

On a fresh spring morning I gazed in reflective thought at the little seed of a sun flower cradled in the palm of my hand. Strange how I identified myself as that seed. It appeared small and insignificant. A bit like the way I felt at the time. All the seed needed was water and a lot of sunshine. And just like the seed, I longed for a bright future shrouded in warmth too.

Planting the seed seemed some what ceremonial. The next twelve days that followed where rather still. A bit like the calm before the storm really. Until the thirteenth day, when the seedling broke through the crust of the underworld and entered the realm of life. I remember that day, because that was the day I rose to face a challenge just like the sun rises to face a new day.
My passion for writing surfaced and I challenged myself to write a story book that had long been waiting in the underworld to manifest.
Sunny days climaxed into the summer and every day I religiously monitored the seedling’s development. As each leaf sprouted and unfolded so did the chapters of my book. Towards the end of summer the sunflower was taller than me, it’s stalk thick and strong. It had the large head of a bud that promised a great bloom. I couldn’t be happier. Life sided with me and became my friend, I pursued interests that feed my soul, and circumstances fell in my favor regarding the book. It was about to be published.
Time moved along, a full moon came, done its time, then was replace by the dark one that followed. And life had once again become still.
Making most of the last summer sun, I spent an afternoon in my garden with the sunflower. Its head, now like a crown of glory, was in full bloom and towered above me like a massive shinning sun. That after noon I had an experience I’ll never forget. I had an isolated moment in time, where I lost myself in the magnificence of this wondrous plant. Dreamily, I smiled, as I still identified myself with this plant and saw what I had become.
The afternoon graduated to evening. A shift in atmosphere took place. The chirping of one cicada was the only sound beside that of an excited wind. Trees swayed with invigoration and moved as if they where conversing amongst themselves. The sky became a darker hue of grey, and the last flock of birds traveling across the sky disappeared into the distance. A few glowing lights scattered in the horizon indicated that people where already nestling in to avoid a threatening storm. My cat became vocal and her behavior was more demanding than usual. Something was up.

Like the tides, the angry storm flowed and ebbed. The morning after was a wonderland of sparkling rain drops that glistened in the sun. I meandered out side into my garden with my morning coffee. Deeply inhaling the crisp sweet morning air. Then, “smash”, my coffee mug hit the ground. Coffee splattered over the concrete tiles. My mouth fell open and my eyes opened wide. The crown of glory lay at the feet of its body. The storm had decapitated my plant. Possessed by despair, I slowly approached the plant like a Zombie then knelt down before it and cradled the big yellow crown in both my palms. With sorrow, I gazed into the heart of the crown. As I looked deep into it, a miracle happened.
There contained in the crowns heart where about a hundred seeds. Suddenly struck with euphoria, I realized that this was not the end, but merely just a wonderful beginning. Now I have a future with an entire army of sunflowers and I will never underestimate the ebullient spirit of a sun flower again.

And every time I see the sun, I think of my sunflower, . . . and myself, shinning.