Inspiration

On metaphors: an invitation to play

On metaphors: an invitation to play

Earlier in the month, when I wrote about fear, I also wrote about fire — the nurturing of an idea from an ember into full flame.

I’ve been carrying that image with me for several weeks, a metaphor that has felt significant because it’s a shift from the ones I’ve been working with in dreams. Last year, my dreams were full of water. Lakes, rain showers, dunk tanks, even flooded basements. Fire is a new presence I’ve been happy to welcome into this chilly season. When a metaphor shows up in a dream or on the page without my conscious intent to create it or look for it, I know my intuition is at work, asking me to notice what wants to be seen.

On creating sacred containers for our words

On creating sacred containers for our words

I keep two slim journals on top of a bookshelf in my bedroom. The large floral designs on their soft covers remind me of the first stories I wrote in my classroom Writing Center when I was six. My teachers made blank books by folding legal-size copy paper in half and fashioning the covers from wallpaper samples. I loved these. Every time I pick up one of my journals, the memory of these other books comes back to me: small and simple, but to a budding writer, special — even sacred.