The Color Of Hope
Granny M knew her stuff. The rest of the quote alludes to the idea that memory looks backward while HOPE looks forward. Recently, the past has come to visit me in a most enlightening way. Old lovers and older friends have awakened memories of the wild and irrepressible girl I used to be. If I were to paint these memories I would have to say that Walt Disney had nothin’ on me! A brighter shade of scarlet there could never be.
If memory serves me what I remember about that kid was that she was never an innocent. She was uncomfortable in her own skin. And hope? Hope was for other people. Prettier people. Richer people. Skinnier people! HAhaha… people who didn’t see behind the curtain so easily. My ancient history is a hot mercurial cadmium blur of survivor strife and artistic aspirations.
I was in my 30’s before I knew true innocence and had some acceptance of my physicality and psychic ways. I could finally breathe in the pink lipstick-stained air that surrounded me with some ease and a beginner’s sense of gratitude. Life was good but Hope was still a stranger.
With the wisdom of my years, a thousand day gigs, at least four careers, and a couple of husbands later? Now in my third and final act I know what the word Hope means. I feel it and appreciate it for what it is.
You and I gotta to grieve a lot of griege. Live through to thrive the opaque black of sorrow to get there.
But HOPE is at the end of the tunnel if you work it right.
I like to paint my Hope a smart, clean, marine-ish shade of blue.
If Benjamin Moore had a color swatch and ad campaign for Hope it would be: Azure Sorbet… soulful but sweet. The color of the future.
We send… Love, Light and Oceans of Bliss for the Highest Good of All.
And so it is!