Hope Tends Toward Hope
I love the color Yellow. I have had to come a long way to get here. When I was a kid, among the worst insults you could receive from someone was, “You are so Yellow,” meaning cowardly, chicken, afraid, holding back, withdrawing, unengaged – or just plain, not like the rest of us. In those days Yellow was mild, weak and passé. I felt ambivalent about it.
Now days, Yellow holds me together, keeps me sane and reminds me who I am. Yellow is warm and bright, happy and hopeful. It is rich and not ostentatious. Yellow is not Gold or greedy. It has a self contented peacefulness about it. Yellow is centered. This Orchid that is thriving in our household is yellow, and perhaps is grows strong in the love and hopefulness in our lives, Shannon and mine.
This winter, as I watched our orchid reach for its new twelve blooms (twice as many as it had when I bought it), I watch it glow and shimmer in the last bits of light that pierce through the February cold. I realize that I too hunger for every ray of Yellow sunlight I can get this time of year. This orchid and I enjoy a harmony of longing together for the richness of the sun. Hopeful! That is what I feel in these moments. The Yellow sun, the vibrant orchid and this glow I feel inside are all participating together in feeding and enriching one another.
It's like the vibrations of strings on a harp. Pluck a “C,” and the “C” strings in each octave will also begin to pick up the vibration and “sound” as well. Not only that, but overtones will begin: Strings that fit into "C" major chord combinations will also pick up the vibration and also begin to slightly sound. Perhaps the orchid, the sun and I also fit into this pattern of life and activity. Perhaps nature reverberates through us in harmony with what is good and hopeful and sustaining.
I love the color Yellow. I have had to come a long way to get here. When I was a kid, among the worst insults you could receive from someone was, “You are so Yellow,” meaning cowardly, chicken, afraid, holding back, withdrawing, unengaged – or just plain, not like the rest of us. In those days Yellow was mild, weak and passé. I felt ambivalent about it.
Now days, Yellow holds me together, keeps me sane and reminds me who I am. Yellow is warm and bright, happy and hopeful. It is rich and not ostentatious. Yellow is not Gold or greedy. It has a self contented peacefulness about it. Yellow is centered. This Orchid that is thriving in our household is yellow, and perhaps is grows strong in the love and hopefulness in our lives, Shannon and mine.
This winter, as I watched our orchid reach for its new twelve blooms (twice as many as it had when I bought it), I watch it glow and shimmer in the last bits of light that pierce through the February cold. I realize that I too hunger for every ray of Yellow sunlight I can get this time of year. This orchid and I enjoy a harmony of longing together for the richness of the sun. Hopeful! That is what I feel in these moments. The Yellow sun, the vibrant orchid and this glow I feel inside are all participating together in feeding and enriching one another.
It's like the vibrations of strings on a harp. Pluck a “C,” and the “C” strings in each octave will also begin to pick up the vibration and “sound” as well. Not only that, but overtones will begin: Strings that fit into "C" major chord combinations will also pick up the vibration and also begin to slightly sound. Perhaps the orchid, the sun and I also fit into this pattern of life and activity. Perhaps nature reverberates through us in harmony with what is good and hopeful and sustaining.
Perhaps this is just nature’s way. Yet the joy I feel, seems to have a smile in it not really my own. Perhaps I share the smile of another from whom all this wonder comes. My hopefulness receives this question gladly and peacefully ponders such possibilities.
In the mean time, my wife, my heart, my home and friends all seem to take encouragement from this hopefulness I gleen and give. It is a gift to be able to share, and share freely of this nectar. This orchid and I, seem to have taken in some of its warmth and color. I love the color Yellow. I have come a long way to get here.
In the mean time, my wife, my heart, my home and friends all seem to take encouragement from this hopefulness I gleen and give. It is a gift to be able to share, and share freely of this nectar. This orchid and I, seem to have taken in some of its warmth and color. I love the color Yellow. I have come a long way to get here.
