Today, what I see first is washed, wet with color, after rain in the
night. Hummingbirds come to the
dripping honeysuckle outside my window, drinking in the sweetness. (And I learn, by coincidence, just
after writing that, that honeysuckle is a medicinal flower, revered for
thousands of years for its anti-inflamatory, anti-bacterial, and calming and
relaxing properties.)
And here is Mary Oliver on mornings, and first light.
And here my character Audrey, in my yet-to-be-revised novel
about Greek myths, and Crete, and story-telling. Her observation that with light, the world is back. Something akin to what Leonardo da
Vinci says:
“A painter should begin every canvas with a wash of black, because all things in nature are dark except where exposed by the light.”
My goal today will be to hold that light in me, to remember what
revelations its coming brings.
image: "First
Light: by: © Matjaz Cater
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I crave all the things you described, including Da Vinci's black canvas. I think we all are that black canvas, but sometimes we stop at the color black and can't see what lies beyond.
ReplyDeleteI wish you to be able to hold that light in you, and good luck on your novel about Greek myths.
i like this.
ReplyDelete"color is the last to come back out of the darkness, after night."
i hadn't realized it. but it is so.
and so too after the soul has felt totally black.
sometimes then... color is a bombardment.
but i like your color. coming gradually with the light of the dawn. after the black and the shades of grey.
i like the way you write. and when it's time.
i will buy it.