Epiphany

"Epiphany is an unveiling of reality.  What in Greek was called epiphaneia meant the appearance, the arrival, of a divinity among mortals or its recognition under a familiar shape of man or woman.  Epiphany thus interrupts the everyday flow of time and enters as one privileged moment when we intuitively grasp a deeper, more essential reality hidden in things or persons.  A poem-epiphany tells about one moment-event and this imposes a certain form" - A Book of Luminous Things


Lately I have been encouraged to write, blog, or somehow channel creativity regularly.  It seems that a blog is the most practical way to do this, but I struggled with coming up with a point of view or a direction to go in with what I wrote.  I was struck by the above passage from an anthology of poetry, and I realized (or had an epiphany...) that I did not have to have a specific thing I focused on, but rather, I can illuminate that which I am moved by in the everyday flow of time.  I can share stories my dad tells at the dinner table or things that strike me about society.  As I try to illuminate my path right now in the greater sense and try to determine where I am going, perhaps by holding a flashlight on certain instances in my landscape I may find something something hidden in what is revealed.