I am sitting inside on a rainy day after a day of satisfying writing, looking out the window as night falls. It happens so slowly at first, with the trees darkening their silhouettes against the light fading from the sky, and then the many colors of sky dissolve into the black blue gray of night. This is a thing of beauty and it makes my mental color palette itch to get my hand on those colors and start a new painting… But for the fact that I have chosen to write instead of hold a paintbrush today. And now night has completely fallen, and my light reflects my own image back at me from the window instead of me being able to see through to the landscape outside.
Outer image to inner image. There must be a metaphor here. My body houses my spirit and provides the channels for me to perceive things of beauty through my five senses. How I judge and interpret those perceptions is largely a matter of my personal beliefs and feelings about a thing. It is as easy to see ugliness as it is beauty. Truly the thing lies in the eye of the beholder, or the mind behind the eye.
A meditation from a book I cannot remember the title of: An image is an idea that I have created. The book is no longer on my book shelf, so I cannot check the title, but what a great image for creativity, or the reminder that on a higher level we are Co-Creators with God.