Ms. Carroll is an amateur photographer who also enjoys freelance writing and poetry.
When the invisible fingers of the sun push back the dawn, it becomes hard to imagine that just moments ago, darkness covered the Earth's mountains and meadows for hours like an impenetrable blanket. The miracle of light only takes place when it displaces the darkness.
To keep vigil over the gloam with its pinks and yellows, is to be absorbed by a mercurial dance along the horizon. Here I feel one with my creator. I am at peace with the universe. I feel — not that I was invited here — but that I BELONG here among the misty hues of the Earth's slow reveal. What grace is this, that nature always let me in when mankind shuts me out!
As I sit in the solemn haze of a perfectly ordered universe that does not falter or fail, nor judge or be judged, it is difficult to understand why we, who are so imperfect, should even be allowed to exist here. We build our walls and fences upon the very soil we need to sustain ourselves while the universe leaves fairness to the hearts and minds of men.
The dearth ponds and endless oceans of distant meaning gleam in abjuration of the darkness. Even the bellow of impatient frogs and guilty men hush to hear the chorus of abundant and joyful songbirds that greet the light. I am alone in the stillness and yet I feel surrounded by an ethereal force of good. Where are my friends are family? If only they could see me as the universe does. The other side of my dark imperfection too, is light.
The true human spirit dares to give its all to the faintest cry and yet where the sun imbues the sky, no man can stand to glance. The free and glowing light of freedom is seen only through the filter of mankind. Once naked and perfect, we now clothe our imperfections from the emerging light as if hiding can make us whole again.
When the sun bows its head to sleep, there is still no rest. It provides the light and heat necessary to sustain all of life on the only planet known to be inhabited in this universe. The miracle of the Sun is that it converts its mass into energy, a poignant lesson for all who depend upon it, and yet we do little more than take it for granted.
The very first color used by mankind was ochre. Ochre is a natural clay earth pigment comprised of a mixture of ferric oxide and varying amounts of clay and sand. Its hues range from yellow to deep orange or brown. The universe celebrates itself even when mankind fails to make the acknowledgement.
The color red has long been associated with love or desire throughout man's history. Pink has long been associated with unconditional love — a love requiring nothing in return. Blue is the color of spirituality, intuition, and inspiration. White is a healing color associated with the truth, protection, purity and cleansing. Orange signifies creativity and thoughtfulness. In the glow of nature's not so subtle aura, there is a message, if only we would pause and listen!