A New Mythology
In my soul search for the empty space left when my Dad died and my dog died six months apart in 2013, I found I was holding onto the past. A longing for what was. The truth: there is not an empty space at all. The memories of the past filled me with an enduring love and hope for the future. I took a step back to look forward. I erased an old mythology and began writing a new one.
And I looked to the sky within the stars erasing the implanted knowledge of an old mythology to see the stars fresh as dots waiting to be connected, a connection anew. The belt of Orion was now the top of a tea pot pouring tea into the darkness of the night sky. The dots nestled in the darkness outpouring from the tea pot to form the face of my father. Smiling with smiling eyes glimmering in love and kindness. A proud father, my proud father resting in the stars as an elder relishing the empire he created. And I smiled back. Laughter consumed me. And I looked to the sky once more within another set of stars clean of ancient mythology. The Pleiades, Subaru a set of stars, birthing stars in the shape of my Simba’s nose faintly poking through the curtain coming forth from the shadows; eyes gleaming with love and kindness. His little perky ears strong massive teeth no longer a source of violence, a bright glistening of hope. A blissful being, my blissful being. I smiled back. Nirvana consumes me.