Monday, June 7, 2010
SEEING IN COLOR
This morning began in shadowy shades of gray and charcoal and black. Feelings of being completely overwhelmed and inundated covered me like a wet blanket, much like the humidity hanging in the air. A piping hot cup of coffee and a cinnamon roll seemed to relinquish control and slowly brought back color to the landscape of my day, as colors began to reappear. And then quite suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, I came to life again and realized how bold and beautiful living a life in total and complete amazement can be. Your days become more vibrant, your hours and minutes and seconds more succinct in their meaning. Suddenly life transports you to a place where you are aware and awake and seeing in brilliant significant color.
You become aware of the smallest things that perhaps have and always will carry the most meaning - a dragonfly on a leaf, a bird saluting the morning with a song that carries an almost mesmerizing, irresistible symbol of hope, the aroma of a golden ripe cantaloupe, or a horse named "Goose" that you have yet to meet.
I guess to some degree we are all waiting to wake up, looking inside at our hopes and longings, struggling to make sense of it all.
But consider this. Consider that it all doesn't have to make sense. It could just be that in the lack of order and consolidation we find meaning. Perhaps it is in the margins of life that we find what our days and hopes and dreams are made of, what we are made of, and where we should head. Perhaps included in the margins are the answers. For it is here you also see the rough edges of life, as well as the beauty.
"What makes us human is not our mind but our heart, not our ability to think, but our ability to love."