BREEZE OF COLOR
I sit on the stones content, blessedly content, to
watch the beautiful fall colors waving in the warm breeze heralding approaching
weather.
Observe….savor Nature….as I did as a small child
in dad's navy hammock under the cottonwood tree.
I might seem a far different person now than
when a student. But not so at all. I have simply shed the worldly
dreams and hopes of younger days, revealing the person that was always there.
Spectacular fall colors this year, cherished as
I cherished them as a child.
Then it was necessary to have aspirations, to
get grades, to have career objectives. It was all necessary, all my
response to the world in which I was placed. The infatuation with cars
and TV shows was necessary, until seeing through them. But I was always
there, underneath the thick blankets of plans and schedules and hopes, always
ready to pause to savor the colors in the breeze.
Occasionally, in order to be me, I momentarily
eschew discipline and goals and allow exploration of what I really want …...and
I am back outside, immersed in the colors, absorbing the sun, as I did when I
had nothing to do.
I was Home then, and Home now, the same Home.
Here, basking in light filtered through reds and
coppers and greens and yellows and golds, here, without having to defend or
justify my inactions, here, the healing here, I am who I was then, then far
away and long ago, when I seemed so different, when I still wore the world's
demands.
Copyright 2025 Don Ray. Please share.
