The Swirl of Heaven and Hell – KV Perkin

Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer.

Any normal day would have seen me grumpily staring into the void of drizzle and grey outside. Somehow I woke up different and when I looked outside I was instantly aware of the subtle diffused light glinting on the many raindrops on the window. I watched as one particularly large drop slid along the surface, collecting and merging with the smaller drops around it, gaining momentum and exploding into the window frame.

The crystalline silver drops glimmered and sparkled as a lone ray from the sun shone through the gloom. The dust in the air, that so often triggered my allergies, hung like delicate dancers in the ray of light, slowly twirling and gaining speed and uplift as a gust of breeze blew from under the door.

I was entranced at the spectacle of all the little miracles around me that I would normally never notice or alternatively brush aside as an irritant.

What had triggered this complete change in mindset?

Thinking back across my previous day, I attempted to backtrack to recall any significant point that stood out as odd or somehow wonderful. Nothing instantly sprang to mind.

Was it my meal? It had been just the usual during these glum times, a basic pumpkin soup and tough dry crusty bread. No energy for anything more than that. Intriguing not to know where this remarkable change of heart derived from.

Even my dreams held no clue as to what had caused this shift in perspective. Suddenly everything that I saw around me held the most curious interest and wonder.

There was no sign of grumpiness or discontent. There was a deep sense of absolute contentment within my heart, as if a golden sun shone there instead of the usual black cold stone. I was elated. A part of me realised that I should be concerned at the why, how and where of this feeling, however I was enjoying the experience of loving my life in all of its imperfections.

I hoped that I could remain in this heaven, rather than return to the doldrums of my confining Hades. Perhaps like Persephone, I had escaped hell with the budding of the blossoms to a spring of my opening soul.

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