LIFE AS A CRAYON

REMEMBER. REMEMBER THE FIRST BOX OF CRAYONS. THE SLIDING, THE GLIDING, THE SLIPPERY LINE TAKING ITSELF FOR A RIDE. YOU PICKED IT FROM THE BOX AND IT WAS ON ITS WAY TO WORDS, TO IDEAS OR CREATIVITY.

THE CRAYONS WERE NAMED INCREDIBLY TANTALIZING COLORS, BUT RED, BLUE, GREEN WITH A PASSING FLAVOR OF TWO BLENDED TOGETHER BEGAN YOUR SELECTION PROCESS, YOUR STEPPING OUT INTO THE WORLD BECOMING INDEPENDENT, CREATING AN IDENTITY ON PAPER FOR YOURSELF AND AN IDENTITY YOU WANTED OTHERS TO SEE IN YOU.

THEY GOT BROKEN, TAPED, TOSSED AWAY AND OFTEN WERE ADDED TO WAX TO MAKE CHRISTMAS CANDLES. FROM THE CRISP BOX WITH SOLID EDGES OF DELINEATION TO AN OLD COFFEE CAN ON THE SHELF BUT THEY KNEW THEY WOULD BE FOUND BY YOU IN INSPIRATION AND PLAY.

TODAY, I FEEL LIKE ONE OF THOSE CRAYONS, FRESH FROM THE BOX, BUT LAYING ON THE SCORCHING SIDEWALK ANTICIPATING A CHILD'S REACH OR THE BATTING BY A CAT. THERE IS LONGING TO BE USED TO CREATE, TO BE INDEPENDENT IN MY CREATION. THERE IS ALSO A LONGING TO BE PART OF SOMETHING BIGGER THAN ME.. MAYBE A LOVER, MAYBE A PARTNER, MAYBE A FRIEND.

MY COLOR NAME IS " NOT SO BLUE". IT CONTAINS HOPE, LOVE , FAITH WITH A BIT OF LONGING. LONGING TO BE PICKED UP OFF THE HOT SIDEWALK AND USED TO CREATE EVEN MORE BEAUTY IN THIS WORLD.

WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU NAME YOURSELF? WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE? WHO WOULD BE PICKING YOU UP?

LIFE AS A CRAYON. HMMMMM.....