(I've been absent for a little bit, as I've been doing more personal journaling and creative writing exercises, but I want to share bits and pieces of what I write.)
Here's one:
Our closet’s horrible creak was worth it. The door would open to shelves full of our
most prized toys. Deep shelves would
reveal treasures and we would revel in play.
My brother and I were bound together in our delicious imaginations and
adventures. We became more than
brothers, we became copilots, coexplorers and confidants. Laughter and jokes as we dug into the shelves. Action figures spilling out with weapons tiny
weapons falling in cracks.
What lies in
those shelves still? My mind is awash in
the mystery of those deep shelves and the joys they held for us. Remote control cars and model
airplanes. Home made rockets and stuffed
animals.
The door slid shut for
inspection, only to be opened again for adventure. Heart beat rising in anticipation of
adventure. It was our Narnian wardrobe
to new worlds. Through toys we lived
lives we couldn’t. We expected and reveled
in our futures. All the while knowing we
were in the fortress of room, of house, surrounded by love.
Those shelves had to be deep. They contained more than dreams, containing
hopes, and great passions. Old projects
left to fall apart were drawn out again with joy. Always discovery and rediscovery, this was a
joyous closet.
Reaching back one might
find amongst airplane models, dust bunnies, loose change and what-it toys that
lit the brain with new possibilities, new places or fond forgotten joys ready
to be re-explored. My brother’s
projects could be found here, making it a place where I could see and find his
creativity.
Slight guilt at looking
through his stuff, but excitement at what toys of mine may resurface. Chewbacca’s belt and !AHAH! all of our action
figures weapons, stockpiled for a war-time need. That’s where they’ve been! The screech of that closet is
unforgettable.
Also it almost always
came off the runners. Its doors swung,
and were made of cheap metal, but inside it was full of goodness.
