@rgibson103 said, “What weird emblems are in your life, like the orange in The Godfather films being associated with mortality?”
I love this suggestion. Let me tell you why.
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I have a pet rock. He lives on my desk next to the crispy red leaf my daughter carried home from the park just for me. I have a flying pig I’ve named Penelope. She goes by Penny and she can really fly just like me.
I’ve always been enthralled with symbolism, though I hardly pick up on tiny literary references and subtle movie flashes. I think it’s all made up anyway. We get our own art with our art. That’s what makes it delicious.
But even so. Even so, I’ll share some of my most precious totems with you.
A cup of fresh, hot coffee–
All that is good and right and possible in the whole wide world. It’s always been this way, back to Yemen and the first glowing red coffee berry on the little coffee berry bush. I’d dance for that bean.
A long stretch of highway, a road–
Wildness. The possibility of the Great Huzzah! Rebellion, motion, and huge, hulking platters of hope and expectation. Tomorrow. And tomorrow’s tomorrow.
Trees with deep down roots straining to reach the sun–
Strength. Yearning to catch a breath and dig the toes in deep. Stretching outside oneself. Attaining. The Tree of Life.
Her mistress moon—
Great longing and desire. Remorse. Plans yet to be actualized.
Freshly cut grass, neighborhood lawns, fields of shining yellow wheat–
Security and safety. Home. Sometimes giving in.
A pan of frozen spinach cooking on the stove–
Harmony. Before the shit hits the fan.
Circles and swirls–
The feminine, completion, connectedness. Spinning in circles round and round, falling down, dizzy with life. Intoxication.
And there are water and rivers and dams and fish and night and music and art and birds and rain. There are oranges. And there are jigsaw puzzles and camping trips and silver dollars and wooden houses that fit in the palm of your hand. There are symbols inside symbols I can only see while I’m sleeping. And symbols scratched in my skin.
Tell me yours, tell me so we can throw our totems at the hungry sky and meet once more with fresh appreciation. I’d like that. You?