A friend of mine is having a party tomorrow night – all the Goddesses assemble on the first Friday of the new year – and this year we must produce a metaphor – describing our lives, our selves or just this very minute.
I woke up this morning with my metaphor – a frozen waterfall. I checked out my emotions – didn’t feel frozen. Went on to think of other things, to make my list of required miracles for the day, to think about the beautiful snow as it was falling.
And realized the metaphor is about all the unwritten words or maybe just not organized words. All the books that have not yet been produced by my Self, whose description is Writer.
I may think of another one for the party – not, perhaps, wanting to be totally exposed. Or I may be brave and put it out there – I have another 23 hours to figure that out. Eeek!