I really started painting in color after our blind son came home

Impressions IV RN / water colour

ImpressionsIV RN watercolour

He is that Pearl in my ocean and I never dreamt this day would be here, saying it out like this.

It took a while, like precious things do, to realize this; the thing I shuddered at, and it brought home a wealth nothing could have made us ready  for.

I could not have known how differently each of us laughed { listen next time ; we each have our signature decibel, some of us hiccup, some hold mega- crescendos…) when we laugh our 11-year-old laughs, sometimes not understanding why. This I can understand.  But how does he smiles when we smile? That stuns me, Does the air between us shift current? Are magnetic fields made over ?

We began to touch the warmth of sunlight, the cool of rain drops, fragrances of the earth : the good the yucky 🙂

Kitchens took on new meaning: windows are more open than shut, even the sting of little ants is a sensation to wonder at.

So much happened since Johann….it would take years, a life time to figure. Just one line stands out : there is so much I do not know about everything. So much to feel, touch, inhale – 

smells of coriander and mint leaf, neem and rose-bush, coconut palm and mango leaf.. textures, spines, they are woven so intricately maddeningly unique.

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sands of different places, fabric! Older clothes, and their gentler skins. New leather and paper, wood. soap wraps.

This year, am sitting back to stare at the Unseen world. Worlds ? The things around each of us. Do our thoughts wrap themselves around our head like neon turbans for the rest of us to see ?

Do I really know the sound of my feet, the way my hands move, my heart ?

Do you know?

Personality Prints. Dear sweet heavens, how would I look, seen with the unseen eye ? Would my fears, secrets, desires all stand tall, crowd each other out ? Would they shuffle or walk tall ? Would I be proud of me, or hide us under the carpet ?

English: Pearls Polski: Otwarta muszla perłopł...

Thank you Lord for this little Pearl in my raving ocean; a child that teaches me to stare with eyes shut wide enough to see what I hide.

Confession : It is tiring sometimes. But Johann has stirred me to wondering if  I have a Pearl stashed inside me someplace, and I don’t know? Or if  my spirit was a particular color ? Okay just asking, but honestly, wouldn’t you want to know ?

 

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Coconut Palm at Big Island of Hawaii

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Colour Blind (2009 film)

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