Rainbow Colors

After Mother's Day and my processing (or start of processing) of where I was, I began to seek more desperately to know what it really meant to live fully alive even amidst the chaos. Here is a piece of my heart...

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.The caption beneath my sketch: "Too many Rainbow colors for my fingers to touch all at once - and they meld into a meaningless muddle of mixed brown as one vibrant hue weeps into another. The monotone mirrors monotony. Each color no longer appreciated for what it is - hurry fades the glory of the moment, the richness of the here and now. Oh, how I long to see the bold beauty of red and take crisp delight in the cheerfulness of yellow. Father, train my toddler hands in careful enjoyment."