metaphor
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Gifts
I might bemoanthe babe-obscuring frenzyof the mall at Christmastime: The perfect gift! The ultimate gift! The gift they really want! Gift craving, gift hawking,gift buying, gift wrapping,gift giving, gift returning… I feel gift pressure;I suffer from gift… Continue reading
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Metaphor
Sleep–sweet metaphor for death.Some saywe use our metaphorsto keep the world at bay,to dull the edge of life's cutting realities. I saymetaphorstrips illusion from reality,revealing the Core beneath. Death is sleep,from which we awakenbeyond illusion, beyond reality. Text and image… Continue reading
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All Is Metaphor
All is metaphor.God,the Divine,the Transcendent,Truth(however you choose to define and labelthat which is beyond us)surrounds us,ready to lead, guide, teach. All of life is metaphor if you'll open to it. See the way the puppy looksto its ownerwith frustration, immediacy, adoration?So… Continue reading
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Dawn and Dusk
Dawn comesspilling over the Eastern horizonlike a broken egg yolk running through the fields,up and over rooftops. Dusk comesflouncing over the Western horizonlike an overlooked debutantegathering her dusty skirtsand exiting the dance. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries.… Continue reading
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The Alpha Was the Omega
When I picked up this journal to write my first entry, I couldn't tell which cover was the front and which was the back; they were identical, without title page, manufacturer's stamp, ISBN or price tag…completely, totally blank. What the heck!? I flipped… Continue reading
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Dreaming of Uncle Karl
Many of the people in our lives (friends, parents, siblings, neighbors, co-workers), become archetypes with which we build meaning, the pantheon of our personal mythology, the gods and goddesses of our private Mt. Olympi. Nowhere is this clearer than in… Continue reading
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I Am
The "I am" statements in the New Testament aren't just about Jesus, they're also about us. We're each intended to seek and embrace the "essential I," the I within. It's about each of us traveling our own unique path, the… Continue reading
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He Cradled the Cat
He cradled the cat in both arms. She was the swirled colors of autumn, eyes now closed, head resting on his shoulder. She rose and fell gently with his breath. "This is how, one day, I'd like to die," he… Continue reading