As an artist, each color upon my palette serves a purpose.
The darker the shade, the more vivid and bolder the others become.
Crimson, Amber and Teals leap off my canvas into the eye of the beholder.
The black dormant branches blanketed in white, freshly fallen snow, is a beautiful reminder of my life and the lives of others.
It is in all colors of personality which makes up our character.
Unique and beautifully flawed.
In stubbornness we see hues of great determination and tenacity.
In sensitivity, there is empathy.
In loneliness, a kind heart.
In the gravity of betrayal, stands one loyal.
Without the dark sting of transgression; we would not desire nor learn to forgive.
And.
What a privilege to do so.
For to Love.
It is to embrace.
Not in part. But in whole.
Hatred stirs up strife, but love covers all transgressions. ~ Proverbs 10:12
