The Color Orange

Thinking of Jill this morning, one of my art professors from the UCR undergrad days as an emerging artist myself. Remembering the story about the artist (either Van Gogh or Picasso) who had been working on a painting for an eternity, but was unable to complete it. There was this one spot of orange in the center of the painting that mesmerized him. . . it was pure divine transcendent beauty. . . .a spiritual portal that gripped his mind and spirit. But the more he tried to work the rest of the painting around this amazing spot of orange, the more blocked he became, and the more impossible the painting's completion grew. Then one day, out of sheer exasperation, he picked up his paint spatula and scraped away that troublesome splotch of orange.

Block gone. . .  .masterpiece completed.

My orange spot has been the single status, that all elusive portal to divine solitude here at the canyon. I held on way too long. . . .waaaaay too long. . . .fighting for the right to personal space. I got lost in the middle of that fight, feeling like the only other option was to move on, even if that meant moving on from the rest of everything I love about my life here.

It hurts. . . that scrape across our spirit. . . .it hurts deep and relentless to finally let go of something that feels impossible to live without. But perspective does change. . . .once the block is removed.

Now that my unyielding grip has been released, and my life has once again begun to paint love and sunshine back into the landscape, I am hopeful that I will be able to complete my own personal masterpiece :) One can hope. . . .one can most certainly hope.