Faded Hues

It begins - always - with the blank canvas...the empty white page...the new day.

It begins with getting myself out there. Trusting and knowing and believing that it will happen. It will unfold - just as it should. The canvas will fill itself with color...the page - with words.

I trust the process. I trust in myself and what it is I'm seeing..and feeling inside. I listen to my fears...my hopes and my day's dreams. I look. I breathe.

It's rarely easy...but always so simple. To just do. To abandon the fear and the judgement. To be.

And somewhere - in that colorless palette...I find the faintest hint of winter's faded hues. A gentle reminder. Life is truly beautiful. Life is oh-so-very good.