Monthly Archives: February 2011

Divisable by Orange

 

My friend told me that he sees numbers in colors.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“I see every number as a color.  Odd numbers are fiery and hot, mostly oranges and reds.  Even numbers are cool and soothing, a lot of blues and greens.”

“How does this help?”

“Well, when I’m having trouble with a math problem, I think in colors instead of numbers.”

I laughed.  “So you can multiply yellow and blue?  I thought yellow and blue made green.”

“No.  Yellow and blue make forty-two.  Yellow is seven and blue is six.”

“What color is forty-two?”

“Forty-two is green.  Aren’t you paying attention?”

In a weird way I understood – not how he could figure out fractions using colors, but how one thing connected with another. 

I confessed, “The months of the year are in a circle in my head.   November is at the top, probably because my birthday is November 13th.  As the year progresses along I see myself traveling around in a circle.”

“I see the months as shapes.  December is round and sparkly.  January is jagged.”

“I once knew a woman that saw an animal in every person she met.  We worked at a clinic and she would say things like, ‘The quail needs a blood test.’  I would walk out into the waiting room, and sure enough, there would be a quail thumbing through People Magazine.”

“I wonder what kind of animal she would see in me.  I feel like a monkey.”

I hated to tell him that I was afraid of monkeys, but admitted, “I was born in the year of the monkey.”

“I’ve been told my aura is orange.”

“What number is orange?”

“Why… five, of course.”

“Of course.”

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Moving Forward…

Maybe I shouldn’t have stayed. 

I suppose I should have known better,

but after the rain, the night fell quickly.                                                    

I was too confident.

I ran as hard as I could, but I couldn’t see my way out. 

Not lost… trapped.

 Alone.

I thought I was smarter than this.  I honestly believed that I was better.

Even the horses are gone.  They knew better.

And now the only way out is to move forward. 

Don’t stop.

There’s no time to cry, worry, or pray. 

Just keep moving forward.

“What’s behind the trees?” 

 Thoughts out of control.

“And what happens if I don’t make it out?  What becomes of me then?” 

Mustn’t think like this. 

Just keep moving forward.  The only way out is forward.

Legs grow heavy and stiff.  My back aches.  The soul is tired, but I don’t stop. 

I can’t.

Soon there will be a light to guide me out.  I know it.  It’s what I have to believe.

Soon I will find my way.  But for now, and until I can see…

 Just keep moving forward.

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The difference is…

My soul is empty. 

Eyelids close over eyes that are dry.

Days are short while nights grow longer.

My heart races from fear.

Afraid of what is to come and what has been.

I am

alone.

No.  Not alone…

lonely.

There is a difference.

The hunger

is endless

and exhausting.

Not about love, but what’s lost…

passion.

My passion.

That’s the difference.

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