Color of Peace
I've been taking in color all morning— letting the barely-yellow kitchen walls soothe my senses, while I listen to my little one read to me. Watching white light dance with grey, leaf-shaped shadows. Staring at the curved blue reflection of a cobalt glass, over garnet-specked granite. These shapes and colors have been whispering peace to me, in the background of my day.
Why am I more sensitive to color these days? Maybe it is something I'm learning out in my Secret Place. I consider these August entries from my outdoor journal...
August 21, 2007... The woods are gleaming, deep green, slick, reflective. Leaves quiver and dip under a light breeze, tremble at the fall of droplets. The pine is sprung with a million tiny liquid globes, set to capture the day's grey light, or set to shower the unsuspecting passerby...
August 22, 2007... Smells earthy out here today. A light breeze. Air is moist. Sun is merely a suggestion behind a white-blanket sky. I lay for a while without my glasses on, to let the weight of color, of green press in, without the distraction of detail.
I consider that my outdoor experiences are coming inside, teaching me the color of peace in every room, in every shape and shadow.
Blue Glass Shadow photo by L.L. Barkat.
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