Tapestry

Life has woven me into her tapestry and the threads that surround are woven into my becoming.

Threads

Blue

My mother sadness permeates me in the womb.

White

The sheet that swaddles me at my birth, I am new, I am innocent.

Pink

I am a girl, life will try to define who I can and cannot be in this world.

Orange

Birds bringing music to the world at dawn. Spring robins with heads tilted to catch the sound of worms and bugs moving beneath the earth.

Black

Black night, silent night, snowflakes softly falling in the headlight beams.

Magenta

The first Lady slipper orchid shouting in defiance against the dark mud of spring.

Green

Soft greens on the fingertips of trees, life moving in its own rhythms.

Cotton Candy

The fragile petals of wild roses that swarm over the old logging roads.

Yellow

Soft fluffy bodies on new chicks giving way to the white and browns of adulthood.

Red

1st love, crazy love.

Blackness

The broken heart.

Palette of colors, palette of emotions.

The red of anger, blackness of despair.

Grey

Life holds no joy, the future seems unbearable.

No hope only pain.

Green

The forest of my youth calls to me.

Among the towering trees, I feel at peace.

Blue

The sun kisses my skin and the wind tugs at my hair. We are all part of something greater they whisper. Everything and everyone is sacred.

I feel loved.

Grey

The mountains speak of eternity. They pull me out of myself and into the landscape with them.

I feel connected.

Yellow

The dandelion floats downstream. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Sometimes caught in a back current, sometimes touching the shore or a rock. It calls me to say yes to the ride that is life. To embrace its currents wholeheartedly.

Rainbow

Conformity and sameness is a construct of humanity. Creation loves diversity, every color that can exist does.

I will not be defined by pink. I will not defined by what others say a girl must be.

There was time when I painted over myself, to fit in, to be safe, seeking acceptance in a monotone society.

I was dying.

I am gay, I am part of the spectrum of creation. I am made to be this color and this hue.

Life weaves me into her tapestry and the threads that surround are woven into my becoming.

I live in joy.