Find the place where your Soul feels it has been born, and make it grow.
I can still see the Wild Horses running in the soft drizzle of the dawn as we drove away under a canvas moving in a panoramic grayness. The whole world was so existentialistically quiet, yet, the silence intoned as if the emotions of God were speaking through nature—full of epics complete, in no need of words.
And the clouds looked as if they knew something, too, in their shapely characters playing with my mind.
Their tempestuous confidentialities held storms of centuries-long daydreams and legends. They held in their winds secrets of final testimonials confessed in departing breaths from the ends of bitter heritages that passed away into sagas, right or wrong… and the rains gathered, and fell, and quenched, and flooded, and fed, and gathered again.
Artists say they hear inspiration that comes from nowhere onto paper which once held nothing—it’s like a brainstorming muse washing away the invisible ink’s concealment on love letters to us from God.
When I saw a domain where everything seemed possible in the silence, my heart was returned to me. For in the creative splendor of a sweet & noble wildness, I heard the music of deep affection—I walked within the colorful, adventurous Paradise of an ancient, spiritual loyalty—and I understood completely, without explanation, why I have heard it is the land where souls come to be born.
Copyright, 1997, by Diane M. Maietta. All Rights Reserved.
Self-described as a free-spirit of courage, love, and compassion, Diane Maietta was born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and raised in the neighboring small town of Apollo, PA. She has received a citation from the Pennsylvania State House of Representatives in honor of her poetic voice and is listed in Marquis’ Who’s Who in the East, 24th Edition. You may find her artwork at her website: https://diane-maietta.pixels.com/ and her Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/dianemaietta/