It's written in the shades of blue, in the lights that play on the atmospheric canvas. It's echoing in chambers of my heart when I think of where I might do, what I might go.
In the curve of subtle color, I see the path of my life, all of the ups and downs, graphically smoothed. I see the way that time turns small misfortunes and unimportant frustrations into memories filled with laughter. I see the value that distance and perspective add to the view.
In the dark places, the stark places, I see negative spaces. So I put my fears and monsters there , watching them dissolve into so much black, black air. I imagine them as happy to be free of me as I am to be rid of them. I smile to think it's so easy to let them go.
There, over there, in the night sky is the hope of a new morning. It's the crocus that invites me into each day. I stop to savor it. I drink in it slowly like a luxurious dark chocolate cold, cold milk shake. My cells can feel the shades of blue change.
Hidden in the sky, I can see the future.
I can see the future because I can hear my soul.
--me liz strauss, letting me be