I love metaphors

I just finished Richard Rohr*s Falling Upward: A Spirituality for the Two Halves of Life.  I think I will read it again.  It is difficult to describe.  Probably not a book to discuss one evening in a book group.  It helped me name a number of things I have been experiencing, including the lack of a need to box and label things to keep them in order.  I was delighted to hear my daughter declare a love for metaphors this week.  Another connection.

I love metaphors,

She says,

Fifteen and learning

There is more than one way

To describe anything.

I am in the second half of life

As we know it.

I love metaphors as well.

The book on the second half of life

Speaks of rafts and shores,

Finally landing in a place

And staying there.

Me?

I am a desert island

No raft adrift on an endless ocean

Seeking shore.

It is an endless ocean but I

I am somehow not adrift.

I do not need to travel anywhere.

I discover where I am.

I know shore connects to shore

Under the water.

I know shore connects to shore

With the water itself.

Sometimes new land emerges in a place

Never imagined

Underground oceanic volcanoes

I have never seen,

Seismic activity on the Richter scale

If I measure.

New unclaimed land.

I am connected there as well.

With my daughter

I love metaphors

We discover there is more than one way

To name anything

And everything.