The supernatural has always been a
part of my life so my writing is automatically embedded with elements of a
numinous nature. The supernatural is thoroughly
tied with my spirituality. Ever since I
could remember, I would look at the natural world and be in complete awe of the
intricate workings of it. I felt that I
was a part of ethereal miraculous machine called life and I was a breathing,
living soul. The spirits loomed around
me as I laid on the grass looking into the clouds. I could feel the whole of myself and knew in
my heart that I was a part of something invisible, indestructible, terrific,
and powerful. I knew this because I was
me. My thoughts were my own. My mind worked differently from my siblings,
my parents, my friends. I was
individual. I was free thinking. I danced on my toes on the hard wood floors,
spinning songs with my feet and laughing lyrics in my heart. I picked flowers because I thought they were
beautiful like me. I cried tears of fear
when I first witnessed the infinity of stars twinkling. I knew that the sky was a canvas and a new
painting was waiting for me each sunset.
Poetry was in each breath I drew.
I sat at the knee of my great-grant mother listening to her ghost
stories and dream divining to catch glimpses of the divine. I saw eternity in my mother’s eyes and
temporary sanctuary in my father’s arms.
All of this was not by coincidence.
It was sacred space made by something.
Something that created me and placed me in a time and space to relish
it.
I have always known that I was a
part of something supernatural. There
had to be something inside this physical form that held the emotional galaxy of
my being. Creativity flowed from my
fingertips as I learned to pen the dark twists of my imagination. Fear pulsated from my bones when I learned
that my dreams were not mere unconscious fancies but messages tapping into that
enormous thing that connected my mortal and immortal self.
The supernatural is a part of who I
am. My words are merely a reflection on me.
Learn more about me, my books, and
my journeys through the supernatural, flights of fancy, and adventure through
sci-fi/fantasy and poetry at www.violettemeier.com.
Beautifully woven prose that evokes deep imagery, old memories and powerful emotion— thank you.
ReplyDeleteI totally agree with James in that your words are able to bring me right to where you are as I take in the view. I can almost see your great-grandmother's face or smell the beautiful picked flower. Your site is impressive! :)
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