Most of the time I operate from the right side of my brain. I’ve confirmed this through exhaustive testing via social media personality quizzes, so I know it’s true. By the way, don’t you just love those? I now know my aura colors, who I was in a previous life, what my power animal is, and of course, that I am right-brained!

This can be problematic when reason and logic are called for, but in general I manage just fine. Those who know and love me have learned to accept my flights of fancy without so much as a blink. It’s not that I’m incapable of a logical thought. It just takes a bit more concentration for me to get there.

Being an artistic type, I see things. Some might quip that I see things that aren’t there. But they are…there, of course. I like to think of them as muses that nurture the art I create. The best art tells a story or holds a universal truth or simply touches the heart, forever changing us.

Take my walk with the dog this morning. To some, the plastic drop cloth twisted in the pine tree in my neighbor’s yard amounts to nothing more than litter. A nuisance, suspended just high enough that a ladder is required to reach it. And so it flaps there in the wind day in and day out. But this morning? This morning it caught my eye.

 

 
At first glance it looked like an eye looking back at me. But then, as I stepped back to catch a different angle I saw my morning’s lesson. It’s a common theme. The battle of good and evil that jousts in my head. 

If you can’t see it, allow me to enlighten you. On the right we have good…angelic, winged, opaque. The opaque part surprised me. I always assumed that truth is transparent. In actuality, truth is absolute.

 

 
On the left we have the darker side of one’s nature. A sharp-edged shadowy figure with a hollow belly. (I’ll let you simmer on that one for a minute.)

In the blink of my eye, a pine tree with trash stuck in its limbs has become a reminder to me that there are two sides to my nature. A light and dark side. And that they face off regularly. Especially when I neglect necessary house cleaning because it might be a little bit hard, or require assistance…like a ladder…or a bridge (I just added this last part…an expanded reflection that I am taking away from this encounter.)

Oh…I see your raised eyebrow. A bit of a stretch? Too bizarre an imagination, you say?

It’s okay if you don’t see what I see. If all you see is garbage hanging from a tree. I need your perspective too. I guess that’s why they say “two heads are better than one.”

Have a great Sunday!

~kat / 22 November 2015