A Blank Canvas

Describe your personality with COLOR.

A Blank Canvas

            A blank canvas, perfectly white.   All is calm and at peace: serenity, quiet, cooperation, solitude, silent strength is the color white.  Everything is in its place and orderly.  Relaxation comes through deep breathing. Nothing can disturb this peace. Sitting in bed, not a sound can be heard except for the scratch of my pencil on paper. It’s Friday night and there is laughter outside the window. A smile creeps in, a feeling of contentment.

            An early morning, I’m jolted awake, the crying breaks the peace. Red splashes onto the canvas. What does the screaming child need? Flustered, it’s trial and error until the child is comforted with what he needs. The red slowly drips down through the white, calming to a pink.  Sweetness and gratitude now surround me. Thoughts soon wander from one friend to another, then to family. Who needs a call, a visit, a note?  Purple now slowly becomes visible upon the white canvas, as excitement and anxiety for the new project begins to take over. Feelings of  doubt creep in, I wonder if what I do matters?  Reassurance comes, and I know that I am doing what is right.  The purple quickly fades to lavender as the whiteness on the canvas overpowers.  

White becomes more powerful once again as the faces of the little children bring in a tenderness. They are the focus, the pride and joy. Today they will be served and loved and cared for. Afternoon visit at the park, new colors arrive, splashing onto the canvas. Yellow blossoms into hellos and conversations. Orange becomes playful chasing and pretending, laughter fills the air we are breathing. Enough time spent playing as the eyes begin to droop. A slow walk back to where beds are ready to receive the small creatures.

As the day carries on, tantrums and crying often bring black clouds.  Patience and understanding gets dampened with this pressing burden of black.  Searching for a remedy, all methods are used to bring back the peace, the serenity.  All involved are left in exhaustion. The white is fighting hard to calm the black.  It begins to triumph, it’s crawling in and I’m left feeling grey.

            Blue shows up on the now color smeared white canvas. It’s a time of reflection, guilt is found, disappointment makes an appearance, and there are hints of success deep in navy crevices of blue.  They are hard to see.  A book of light is opened, the spirit is fed.  Light gives all the feelings and colors, hope for a better way of becoming.  The light from the book begins to wipe the colors off the canvas.  The colors slowly fade, lighter and lighter until there is hardly a remnant of hue left.  The canvas is once again refreshingly, perfectly white.  All is calm and at peace: serenity, quiet, cooperation, solitude and silent strength is the color white.