Still, quiet- in my own melodic way,
Intermittent moments of silence,
A white out of sorts,
A new wind
Minuscule grains of life
Shielding me with a seemingly quiet presence,
Mirrored with a gentle reflection
Slowly permeating my being
As if the dark murky waters are beginning to clear
Layers of my life
Continually tested by gusts of wind-
And I think...what are our life's umbrellas?
What do we use to protect ourselves from its elements....
Whether the weather..
Or people and their expectations of us...
Or perhaps their lack of expectations of us....
Or our expectations of ourselves...
What street signs do we wear?
Could it be -stop- don't go any further...
Or do we give the impression that we need to control what happens around us
Do we make people show themselves before we'll open up to them?
Are we approachable as people in the roles we fulfill in our lives?
Are we approachable as artists?
Do we feel we need to give explanations of what we are saying?
Do we give out confusing messages?
I love to find color in the faded, beauty in what
to some is trash, and see art in what others may not see at all.
Enjoy all of the subtle sights and colors around you!!