On October 27, 2019 I wrote this in Facebook, a place where I find a need to write and not doing so is like walking into a room lacking oxygen, extinguishing the light and warmth of any fire raging inside me! The following is what I wrote -
Not written anything in a while for not feeling well after catching a bug a couple of weeks ago. But Points Of Light, I gotta tell you, all of you, life is good! It seemed to take a circuitous route and arrived late, that thing making life good, but it did arrive and yay!
It's funny how I've spent too many years on this journey, I mean, to really be honest with you, the good thing has always been exactly where it is, I was the one taking that complicated route. During that journey, I've looked at a lot of things on the way, I've studied many other things, I've asked innumerable questions, I've gained insight, I've learned. Along the way, I'd forget about those strands of light, the light where I'd find glimpses of beauty to look at, the beauty that gave me moments of happiness; but those glimpses always left colors for me to fill my palette and praise God, that palette of colors grew.
On that long journey, I found that I always had to write, and when I looked at what I wrote, it was always derivative of everything I'd written before. There was a time I just got fed up with what I wrote. I mean I was always writing about "light this", and "light that", "the sun this" and "the sun that", "epic colors of light - violet, blue, green, yellow, orange, gold, and red" this, and "epic colors of light - violet, blue, green, yellow, orange, gold, and red" that. I became angry with myself, I thought I should find something more original to write about. I mean, after all, ever since I was a kid there was this, "Anyway, whenever I was in school and we had that time when we could draw
pictures with crayons, I mostly drew pictures of being outside and I would never forget to draw the grass green, the sky blue, the clouds puffy and white, but especially the sun big, bright and yellow with those warm yellow rays coming off it." "Tod Thomas Price" I angrily thought, "if you had an imagination you could write something without mentioning light, sunshine, or colors!" That's when something beautiful opened up to me, the moment I felt my words were worth sharing and I could give them as a gift to someone. After the pause I always take to hear my heart inspire or move me, I wrote those words for that gift, and I found those words showed me what they've always showed me; color, light, beauty, and happiness.
But why was that always the case? Well, it seemed to me life was pretty dark and in that darkness we can be overcome with despair while ugly beasts nip at us with their ravenous razor-sharp teeth. That had been my life's experience, beginning in my childhood. But looking back, out of spite for the dark and those ugly beasts, my writing was left to show me how even in the midst of the darkest times I was always looking for the slimmest, tiniest fragments of light, light that gave me glimpses of color, and that color, even a little, brought beauty that while small, helped me overcome the dark, the ugly beasts, and that ever-present pain. It's that light finding that's become a habit in my life that's always found a way into my words because I'm always wanting others to see beauty too.
But sometimes I try to force beauty to happen when I find a word like "Terpsichore" and share it. Terpsichore from Wikipedia "In Greek mythology, Terpsichore (/tərpˈsɪkəriː/; Τερψιχόρη, "delight in dancing") is one of the nine Muses and goddess of dance and
chorus. She lends her name to the word "terpsichorean" which means "of or relating to dance". She is usually depicted sitting down, holding a lyre, accompanying the dancers' choirs with her music. Her name comes from the Greek words τέρπω ("delight") and χoρός ("dance")." Colors are always on my mind, like "epic colors" of light such as - violet, blue, green, yellow, orange, gold, and red. If I'd want to share that with someone, share that they possess within themselves light, those colors with their beauty, I can force a word and say, "in the feeling he saw her to be as bright as the sun and as the best cut flawless multifaceted diamond all in one package making epic colors of light - violet, blue, green, yellow, orange, gold, and red - dance, pop, and zip in ways that brought glorious ecstasy into his mind and plunged the deepest depths of his heart ... the beauty she possessed of being like the sun, the diamond, and the wondrous Terpsichore of mesmerizing colors all at one point were woven tightly in her DNA." To say someone is an inspiration for the colors found in her light to delight in dancing just sounds kind of grey, why not force the curtain open a little more for a little extra light and say Terpsichore?
But yeah, life is finally good and I feel good for that. I'm beginning to believe life has a purpose to it. For instance, there are plenty of hurting people out there. These people are in pain and find little color in a dark world. These are people that give me a purpose because they need light, color, beauty, and happiness in their lives. I'm not yet exactly sure how to bring that light to them, but that is my purpose. Thanks for reading.
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