I look out the window and there they are again... Those colors that bid me farewell last time I left. They have returned, once again, to welcome me back.
I shift and move towards them, like a portal into another realm of life, of being, of me. I leave it all behind on the other side.
The soft glow of the golden yellow, peacefully lying down between the other two, beckons me with the warmth of her radiance. Like a soft ember, the flicker of a candle, she reminds me of my light within. She reminds me that the dreams that are made manifest begin as a small flicker as they grow into a fierce and fiery flame...
The orange...
She burns with fire, almost taking my breath away with her silent resplendence. I begin to remember why I am flying once again. All of the doubt is being burned away until the core of my knowing is the only thing left. The fear is disappearing and vanishing like smoke in the wind. Thank You fiery orange. Thank you.
I am filled now with the peace that results from the knowing as I can now surrender... Into the blue...
Like a mother receiving a child, she nurtures the depths of my soul through the windows that are my eyes. The fire is there, the glow is back, but there is an undeniable peace that accompanies both. The infinite possibilities and vastness of the blue. She reminds us that there is nothing to figure out, there is nothing to force. There is no end that we need to fear... Or rush towards. In the blue, there we are... Timeless and limitless, forever glowing, forever ablaze, forever expanding into the horizon...