Friday, January 19, 2007

Watercolors In the Sky

I don’t have to live under a gray sky if I don’t want to. I change the weather as easily as I change my mind. It’s a matter of knowing that what I see is only light bouncing on molecules of the atmosphere.

I know a thing or two about atmosphere, positively.

I make my weather. I make my luck. I draw things to me with my magnetic personality. I open up my arms and people come inside. It’s the way we’re wired. It’s the way we’re wound. Hold your arms out to a baby learning to walk and see what happens. Open arms is an easy thing. It comes naturally.

So does changing the weather.

Watercolors, a brush, and my imagination are the tools that befriend me, when my sky is dastardly, damning, deserving of Dante – not the kind of sky I need. Clear water in a cup reminds me that, when I close my eyes to what things might mean, I can make the colors clear. I can find blank canvas on which to paint a sky that I’d rather see – one that has room for me to move forward, one that has room for me to forgive and find a positive reality.

I paint with a vengeance over the darkness to remind that there’s a sun of promise behind that gray cloud cover.

Then I smile at the mess I made of the table around me.
−me strauss Letting me strauss


Dawn said...

Liz, the photo you chose is gorgeous. I love just looking at it.

I'm somebody who all too easily forgets that I can make my weather. I usually wait for someone else to make that happen. Unless someone reminds me.

And I enjoyed your last line. It brought a smile. :)

ME Strauss said...

It'a ao wasy to forget that the way we see the world is so much made from what we bring to it. That our hearts have as much to do with the weather as the clouds in the skies.

That was the first thing I though when I say this beautiful photo. I had to share it. :)

Roberta S said...

This post so delightfully captures a truth that so long evaded me. I used to get up and look to Hub to paint for me another exciting day. That turned out to be rather disenchanting. But one day, the realization hit me that I hold the brush and canvas. And all I have to do is paint another awesome day to plunge myself into.

ME Strauss said...

Hi Roberta!
It is amazing how much power we hold in our minds. We can change the world just by changing how we think about it. That's amazing to me. :)

Janus Torrell said...

I smile at the mess I make too, but my wife doesn't.

she tells me to clean it up.

ME Strauss said...

Hey, Januw,
My husband has the same reaction. :)

dsnake1 said...

that's why i need to come over here to share some of the light and colours.

thanks for this post. :)

ME Strauss said...

Hi Dsnake,
It's nice to have stop by to share the colorw with. I think about when I write. :)