By: Deb Bradt, RYT
I can paint a day with hues of gold, violet
And the crispness of the winter dawn
Where I fall into the crevices of comfort
The sound of my son, laughing
The wind humming through dormant trees
Tingling in the tips of my toes
And a rhythmic heartbeat
Steady and pure.
I can paint a moment within the landscape
Of this pain
The burning, grip, shearing and tearing
The skin raw and weary
I hear her cries for tenderness
I feel her ache for breath
And I support her and let her widen
Soften, expand
And then contract again
I wipe her tears as she struggles
I cocoon her in light.
I can paint a path
Winding and curious
With pebbles and stones
With softness
And cement
As I skip and dance
Swaying with the turns
Floating with the soft sun
And sparkling aqua sky
The sound of my feet
Like the rhythm of a drum
Ever-flowing force
Will and delight.
I can paint away
all that pressed against my Truth
and diminished my words,
and the scars and the wounds,
all the fears and the fighting,
The pushing and pounding.
Today I paint anew
I wait and I wonder,
curl into the unknown
And let my colors fly.
– Valentine’s Day 2014
