On my walk with Moose this morning, I strolled by one of the art galleries, paused, and walked back to look in the window.
The pieces had changed from last week. I could tell by the way they hung on the white walls. It’s what I noticed first. And then I noticed that these pieces, they had so much more blue and green in them, than the ones I saw last time I walked by. Even though I couldnt remember the pieces from last week…I just knew.
And usually, my response to white walls is ‘oh god, how boring’ but I saw it differently today.
What felt so good about stopping this morning, was not just the blues and greens that I love to see. But it was the white walls. The white walls held these colors. Does this make sense?
What felt so damn good about walking slowly away from that gallery early this morning, was the reason I could see that things had changed from the week before, was because of these white walls. These white walls and how they stand. Standing so I can see. Standing so I can stand. Slow. Observe. Know.
All my travels, getting on and off of airplanes, changing my address, meeting people for the first time, all the time. These are my white walls.
These are my colors, and god, they change in a moment.
But they are, in their imperfect ways, beautiful.
I’ve had the fortune of seeing so much through travel and experience. What I connected this morning is why it is worth it. Because every time you go somewhere new, there are new white walls to contrast against, to see…how are you doing? How are you living? What are the colors you are painting with…these days.
I never considered that a blank canvas could actually be what holds the canvas.
And there is just something about being somewhere new, like say Sacramento CA:) that helps you see. Clearer.
Begin to look at others at the white walls that we hold ourselves up against. Begin to see that everyone, every place, ever moment is just that. It’s the whole idea that I learned so sincerely through teacher training these past few months. That we are each other’s mirror to see how we move through the world. That we are each other’s white walls.
I do wish you’d all be courageous enough to stand and see…your art. Your life. And that the gift you are to others is to be the white wall, the absence of judgment. And when people what to paint something beautiful…let them.
You don’t have to paint only in blue.
You only have to tell the truth. And I hope that you do. I hope that you see that your truth is worth telling. That your colors are worth a beautiful white wall that will hold you up…but also ask of you that you see. Is this what you want the world to see as they pass by? Have you forgotten that you are the one with all the colors. You have a choice to make. And you are worth being seen.