Metaphor

Today, I sat in my priest’s office talking about big things going on in my life. I had spoken with her about some of what was going on around a month ago, so there was nothing unexpected. As we spoke, a large storm rolled through. Was it coincidental? Was the storm tied back to the storm from Sunday’s Gospel lesson? Perhaps tied to the storm God sent when Jonah tried to flee his calling.

Perhaps the storm is just a metaphor for the turmoil in my own life.

I’ve been thinking a lot about metaphor these days. A few weeks ago, when I wrote about heading out to my college reunion, I wrote, “my life is a metaphor. I’m just not sure what it is a metaphor of”.

I am home now. Friends have lost power, but we are, at least right now, doing okay. Part of the metaphor?

I don’t know. But I do know that I am, again, very tired. So, I will sleep, perhaps dream, and find new metaphors tomorrow.

Buen Camino