i want to paint my life,
like the sun paints the sky every morning and every evening,
i want to become enveloped by beauty and glory,
all my own creation,
the people that come into my life and stay,
they’ll be the portraits,
the people you can look at for so long,
you come to know them without speaking.
i’ll paint my worries as the leaves,
so when autumn comes they will all fall away with ease.
ill paint myself as a tree in the winter,
free of all its worries,
yet naked and vulnerable,
unable to hide,
raw and real,
vulnerable to change.
when new ideas begin to bud,
and i will be the flower,
young and new,
intrinsically delicate and beautiful,
able to soak in the sun and dance in the rain,
yet prepared for heavy storms.
when summer arrives,
i’ll paint myself as a California flower,
thriving under the heat,
while others cower away.
i’ll paint myself as all the seasons,
always room for growth,
always room on the canvas to paint life in a new direction,
no need to worry,
because there is always a new beginning
seasons – Grace Condon