Why I chose My Wild Skies
Wild Skies is my metaphor for the constant flow of ideas and insights. Some stick, leaving me distracted until I write them down and sort them out. Others never even get scribbled down.
It also represents the change inherent in the revision process.
Years ago I spent one afternoon on the shores of Salmon Lake in Montana. The day was clear and calm.
A storm blew over the mountains bringing winds with it that were strong enough to pick up my canoe and slam it in to a boulder ten feet away.
Then ten minutes later, the calm returned and the sky was it's famous clear, deep blue again.
Forest fires in Montana can blaze for weeks. At night when you look on the horizon the fire's glow creates the illusion of a sunset that appears to hang there long past it’s time to fade in to the night.
When I believe that I know who I am, and become resigned to my circumstances, something inside me demands a change. Once again, it seems I need to reinvent myself. By the time I was fifteen I had worn a variety of labels: screw up, dummy, ugly duckling, runaway, delinquent, troubled teen, and others. As an adult, I found I had control over who I was. The labels became positive: non smoker, good student, dancer, wife, mother, runner, and now author.
Forest fires in Montana can blaze for weeks. At night when you look on the horizon the fire's glow creates the illusion of a sunset that appears to hang there long past it’s time to fade in to the night.
When I believe that I know who I am, and become resigned to my circumstances, something inside me demands a change. Once again, it seems I need to reinvent myself. By the time I was fifteen I had worn a variety of labels: screw up, dummy, ugly duckling, runaway, delinquent, troubled teen, and others. As an adult, I found I had control over who I was. The labels became positive: non smoker, good student, dancer, wife, mother, runner, and now author.
Sarah, "My Wild Skies" is the perfect metaphor. Beautifully written.
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