Shadows

It’s easy to be bright and joyous when surrounded by beauty and bloom, but sometimes even riotous color and fragrant blossoms can’t coax happiness from within- sometimes we’re too sad, or scared, or broken inside.  Others watch in disapproval as we flit amongst soft white and pink petals, dislodging buds and leaves with shadowed feathers.  We don’t sing like the others, or flutter joyfully in the sunshine, or hop from branch to branch, chattering with our friends.  Instead we are withdrawn, silent, frightened. Those same others find our presence unsettling, a reminder of shadows in their own lives that they wish to forget.

If this feels familiar to you, ignore those disapproving others. Remember that there is a time for shadow and a time for light, and our surroundings don’t always dictate when each reigns.

If this doesn’t feel familiar, then please, just be patient with those of us who are living in shadow.

And also remember that maybe, just maybe, embracing shadows are the key to rejoining the light.

So, in a fit of. . . something, I actually framed this piece. (I know, I know, I always say that traveling through the American Postal System with glass makes the birds nervous, and it DOES, BUT. . . circular pieces are an extenuating circumstance, ok?)  The size of the original itself is 5″x5″, and the frame is 7″x7″, and I think that this little wren is just brave enough to shove her nerves aside and fly through the mail!

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