Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Wednesday Wish (50)


When night rests her dark sleeves upon the colors of my island home, I cuddle in tight to watch her show. She isn’t picky, she treats the flowers the same as the trees, the sky the same as the bees, but me? I am. I like best to watch the trees.

Three are pine, one is cedar, and I think there’s a maple or two. And through my window, as I lay in bed, they tell me secrets as the mistress of night slowly softens and mutes, whispering like a mystery, inviting my eyes, yes, my eyes…. to hear.

Green is the obvious one. But have you listened to her today? Oh yes? So what does she say? Maybe she told you that the seasons are changing. Or that she needed more water, that her roots were thirsty. But then, what says your heart? Do you let the green of your trees speak to you there? For you know, the whispers of green are secrets for your heart. Your heart. Not just mine.

And have you seen the blues and the purples as you weave your thread to sleep? What? you say. On a tree? Can you sense my smile and the happy nod I make? Blues so deep and purples so rich you are bound to speak. Of the things you wish you said or the things you wish you heard. Of your day, or your tomorrows--words, voice, music from a hidden soul that always wished to speak. Do you hear the invitations from the blues in the trees? They are there. I see them nearly every night. I hear them with my eyes.

And did you see a swash of orange tonight? Or was it more pink instead? A warmth reflected to your eyes. And did you, oh dear friend of mine, did you dare to catch your breath? When it coursed through your veins like a solvent for your soul, did you let it melt you, touch you, remind you of what you thought you had long ago forgotten?

…that you are a sensual being with abilities beyond your brain, that you can hear with your eyes and taste with your soul and that color is a gift for your sensual Self...even as night falls on a few chosen trees....


8 comments:

  1. How do you do it Brynne ? see the colours of my clouds from so far away. Thank you for this. Thank you.

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    1. It was you that inspired this post, my friend. Your artistic eye inspires sooo many of us...thank you, beautiful Jo, for reminding me of the beautiful colors always waiting so patiently for us to listen...

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    2. When I think of colours I think of you Brynne and the rainbow that you are.

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    3. sweet, sweet Jo...you make my heart so very happy. How do you do that so easily every single time, my berry pod friend:?)

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  2. Your courage to listen to what trees tell your heart inspires me. It isn't that I'm afraid of the message itself, but that my heart will burst from the magnitude of the occasion. Like the overwhelm felt by a fan when a rock star is in the room. Now I know you have gone before me, so I'm not scared I'll combust anymore. Thank you, friend. You helped me get ready to listen.

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    1. I know what you mean, dear soul...sometimes I feel the same way about so many things in life. There is so much beauty and so much to feel, sometimes I only dare dip my toe and hope I can pull it back in case I am not yet equip to cope with the intensity of it all. Vulnerability, while its a choice, its also a gift. For ourselves, and for the silent who speak thru us.

      I cant wait to hug you soon...my vulnerable, beautiful friend Betty.

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  3. There are those, as there always will be, who see only the physical, with their physical. For those who fail to see the vibrations of life, the harmonic that is, as it were, rather than the image they create to give a name to what they see, color will always be a crayon box, and not much more. Life 'is' color', and every vibration, every harmonic, has a tone and a color that resonates within the soul with ears to see and eyes to listen.

    Touch is merely confirmation of what the soul expects to see it seems. An open mind though, a mind that welcomes all and expects nothing, could that truly be the eyes to the soul, and not the physical orbs that roll and glance from behind lids of fear and expectations?

    Color in nature is an amazing thing. There are not a neat 64 to choose from, no delineation or sharp divide between yellow, green or blue. Rather, there are a multitude of ever changing hues that intertwine, blend and meld into each other, based on our hopes and dreams, and the hopes and dreams of what we are perceiving.

    Knowing that you are able to see the colors of not only your world, but my world, and worlds I have yet to visit, humbles me in awe of our friendship. To know a being such as yourself, for it belittles to simply say human, and to know my love, admiration and friendship is reciprocated, colors my world with beauty and wonder.

    Thank you for being my colorful friend, and for sharing the palette that is your life. Your are a rainbow, reflecting the bright light that illumines the mists of my life.

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    1. My dear friend...you leave me speechless, again. I soar in your words and find a smile painted across my Me. Thank you, dear soul. Thank you for all the magic that you are.

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