last week i was given a beautiful composition make entirely of torn paper. it is an orange and raspberry sherbet-colored sun as it starts to hide behind a mountain of black, white, and brown. at first, the zebra-striped mountains caught my eye. and the use of bright, warm colors was very pleasing. but i sensed that those were not the reasons the picture was so attractive.
looking at it again today (for the 5.1 millionth time) a little speck of blue appeared for the first time. the word 'whisper' immediately came to mind. the cool-toned blue dot is a whisper among the energetic, vibrancy of the composition. it is there to enjoy when the eye is ready to see it.
during these months/weeks of transitions, i have listened for whispers in the midst of chaos. i have looked for moments of calm, peace, and contentment in all the physical and emotional 'noise'.
this composition reminds me that the cool whisper is always present. always.
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