Let’s Begin in the Middle

Like the Ancient Greek story-tellers and the renowned Japanese novelists, we will begin the only way  we can realistically and practically begin and that is right in the middle of something else.

I have no idea where we will travel together.  This is an invitation into the unknown, unmapped territory of the human psyche.  I’m referring to a mythological sense of the soul.  No hard-edged definitions here, no political stands unless they’re accidental.

What I wish for us is a little human adventure–how the soul wanders about when embodied in our miraculous minds and bodies that are born and die and experience one adventure after another in between.

Let’s follow our fictional travelers into their world and see where it leads us and what we think and feel about these people and situations.

Steve sat with his head in his hand.  He felt the slick texture of his unwashed hair.  He couldn’t remember how long he had been sitting and shifting his position onthe cement stair.  He felt the wind and willed his body to stay warm.

The door behind him remained closed.  Steve knew what was behind the door.  He could see the hardwood floor with the one flaw, the one board that didn’t fit the pattern.  Lily never noticed.  Steve remembered how she painted the kitchen cupboards with thick white paint.  She said she didn’t understand why he thought the paint didn’t look right.

The wind blew harder and Steve pulled his jacket zipper but it was caught in his shirt.  For one second he wanted to rip the jacket open.  The anger turned to resignation and passed into his chest as pain.

He caught a glimpse of red and the gray cement around him lifted and became brighter.  The distant red figure leaned into the wind as it walked rapidly toward him.  Even though the hood hid the face, Steve was sure it was Lily.  He had never waited for her before, but he knew…

What impressions or feelings come to you?