This is a little metaphoric story of a longing for meaning or purpose. I wrote it for a group of writing friends last week. I chose a painting of Vincent van Gogh as my prompt; he has been one of my favorite artists since a young girl. We had several copies of his paintings in our house. This painting shows the view of Arles, Flowering Orchards, 1889 by Vincent Van Gogh https://www.vincentvangogh.org/view-of-arles-flowering-orchards.jsp
A Longing to Answer the Call within Us.
Do you see that lovely home caught by the sunlight? Its welcoming warmth seems so familiar. This soul has longed for a home like that for years yet it stands hidden behind the orchard trees gazing out in wistfulness almost as if she is dreaming. There have been so many excuses:
- “I would have to come out from hiding”;
- “I would have to cross the farmlands and I don’t know if I am allowed to cross it”;
- “the home is too close to the city, I like the life of an onlooker”.
- “I deserve to be a lowly fruit picker after all it is a very important job to help provide the town with fruit”.
What this soul has forgotten is that she was born in that house, which is why it is so familiar and why she hears it’s call. She feels like she belongs to the orchard when the orchard actually belongs to her. The orchard’s fruitfulness is her fruitfulness but she is born for more than picking fruit. Her calling is to be fruitful and to share it with her kinsman. The key is in being, not doing. When she arrives home there will be a great celebration.
“It’s a longing, an aching to complete ourselves, to unite with that which makes us whole. We are longing for God the way a soldier longs for his wife faraway. It’s a relentless homesickness that, however desperately we try, will accept no substitutes.”Arianna Huffington
I believe that the longing draws me closer to be the person I am meant or created to be; that is the most satisfying place to live. What are your thoughts?