The arts mean more to me in my 50’s than any other previous decade of my life thus far. It may have to do with the fact I did not have as much time to appreciate and embrace human creative skills and imagination. I truly believe that the arts are meant to make us better people because of their beautiful and emotional power.
The river water was dirty. To see the bottom would be impossible. The enticing stone’s glistening blue hues was lost after dropping it into the muddy water. Those hues reminded me in some retrospective way to the eloquent characteristics we find in the people we surround ourselves with. They are not the flaws, although they do exist. Rather the parts in the human spirit we long for in someone we know dearly. Some of our friends and family brighten up in ways that individually we can not attain. Maybe this is what attracts each of us to one another.
The water with all its mucky and slimy attributes can cover the bottom’s rich colors of what has been lost such as the brilliant blue stone. The same goes for life itself. We find differing colors in others. It is a good thing to separate the mucky waters from the jewels at times. Such is the life of a story-teller. Even the dirt can show humanity, but underneath this is a real human being. We must sublimely tell the story. Perhaps it is our own to tell, of which the path can be dark, yet slowly we can find our way.
Story tellers and their storytelling is a true art. There are those that do it well. My grandmother was such a person. She took the good out of the bad situation and “forgot” the negative. Is it correct to do so? Good question. It depends. The truth is not always pretty. At times though, if we tell the stories doesn’t it seem better to honor the good in someone than the bad? I am conflicted with this. I then think perhaps my grandmother was onto something. Maybe she was showing just a tiny glimpse by taking out the bad what awaits us in heaven. It is said there will be no more darkness like the murky river water, rather a Light will shine for our path. That is the real story.
Dedicated to those who have died way too young. Go to my genealogy on the home page for topics about interesting story telling.