Now the nun has always been a grey kind of girl. Very little color drapes her. She is, of course, full of color. She just chooses not to wear them. Yet somehow, that grey covering allows a man to see all the colors inside. And right now, she is choosing the clarity, and accompanying levity, that reside in black and white. My grey is just too hard, so I can't really blame her. My life is fucked up. And right now, I want her to find the stillness, in whatever color it inhabits.
Anyway, it's tough to tell anything about a moment when you look at the grey of it. Actually, it's not exactly tough, it more like indecisive, or undecidable. It's not easy to judge grey. It's the anti-judgement color; it presents the moment without judgement, and somehow, that helps a person, or at least me, to enter each moment gut-influenced, intuition-enhanced, truth-overflowing.
I am at a moment in my life where black and white might bring clarity and direction, but they keep blending to grey. The other good thing about grey is that it offers no outcome, and while, given my current circumstances, you may not think that is a good thing...but it is. There are lots of outcomes on the horizon. Some good, some bad. The world works. The universe provides. It all right there in the grey dawn, the birth of new days. You just need to look, and grey just doesn't hurt the eyes.
1 comment:
Lovely post, heartfelt and grey with surrender. I think too that some are vibrant colors - even blinding by their intensity - grey is a respite of sorts - almost an illusion or an attempt at truth but such is not evident - and this is good at times when the black and white and colors of reality are too harsh to see. Yes, grey is good,.I know all too well the peacefulness of grey - and so too I know the passion of color - and the harshness of black and white. We each have our times of necessary grey -calm, subdued, misty, grey.
Love ya
Gail
peace of grey
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