A life is a juxtaposition of colors. So many light waves colliding and finding a way to make meaning during our days. A moment happens we capture it, and it places itself next to another. Together the two seem to say something. But maybe like breathing they are just what happened. Maybe events just topple upon one another.
My life is a juxtaposition of color in my head.
When I try to sort through the color I find it blends into so many shades, so many feelings. How can possibly say anyone of them has any single important cause, any lyrical inspiration. I wonder whether everything I am is just a function of the chemicals set free and shot through my brain.
Shake my world and you re-juxtapose the colors.
Let an idea be formed. It will make colors before it is said. Anger will pull forward shades of red to orange. Childhood will bring sky blue, grass green and sunshine yellow. College opens gray stone and brick red. Dancing and playing bring all of the purples and all of the gold that I've ever imagined could dress a flower. Thoughts of the moon or motherhood bring indigo black with warm back light of blue.
And my dad, my dad, brings all of the colors in every wavelength of the seen and unseen spectrum. They are all dancing in a kaleidoscope made by his powerfully gentle hands.
Unconditional love is the most beautiful juxtaposition of all.
--me strauss Letting me be