Six Word Stories (27)

June 4, 2021May 27, 2021 marygracewriting2 Comments

I have always loved the simple things in life. A nice sharp crayon. A heavily weighted paper.

Yet the latter never belonged wrapped around the other, even in my child mind. I would unwrap each individual crayon so that the whole could be used for making my pictures.

As an adult, I am learning how to unwrap my own label and use all of me.

I would also look for the darkest part of the driveway, or church parking lot to scribble out my creations in calk. They just never looked as good on the light gray of normal cement slabs.

Contrast is still important. It helps us see details we would otherwise miss.

The way you look at things makes all the difference. It’s not about changing truths, but seeing what God really intents for each of us. If I believe he has had a plan for me since the dawn of time, then every mark, stain, and wrinkle has been accounted for. He WILL use all of them.

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Six Word Stories (23)

May 7, 2021April 23, 2021 marygracewriting3 Comments

It’s the little things that decide weakness or strength. It’s the unguarded places that erosion starts. Mountains are raised by pressure and flattened with quakes, while water and ice brake walls.

Humans crack under pressure, our pieces scattered.

I am learning not to fear the brake so much. Because I have seen the art in mending.

The laws of science are the laws of God. He is the Author of their workings. He wrote the plans and mixed the elements.

He poured His spirit in to my chemistry. Now watch me change.

Photos sourced from Pixabay.com

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The Blue Drip

January 11, 2021January 21, 2021 marygracewriting3 Comments

“I didn’t put you there!”
“But I found a drop of water and just couldn’t resist.”
The painter scowled while her bit of Blue blushed and mixed with its cousin Brown.
“Well now, we look like mud, and it’s all your fault.” If Brown had had arms, it would have folded them over each other, while holding a scowl on its face.
Blue just twittered and slipped farther down the page, touching Green and making the artist see spots.
“Oh, the possibilities!” It sung as it fingered out over each water drop touched. “Look, I am just a little happy blue. Can you catch me?”
The stop was abrupt at the edge of the page. Blue hung onto jagged fibres.
“Now blue, get back over here before you fall.”
“Fall? Oh, but to fall!” And fall Blue did, right off the paper on to Artists apron.
“Serves it right.” Muttered Brown as it dried and combined with the paper’s elements.
“How will I ever learn when the colours never get long?”
“Don’t worry,” Whispered Paintbrush. “They will all mature with you. Give them, and yourself time.”

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The Wonder of Color

December 30, 2020December 31, 2020 marygracewriting2 Comments

Have you ever wondered at the wonder of color? The bright, the bold, the muted and soft. The endless hues that make up the color wheel. The variations you get mixing them. The creativity, chemistry, and math. I wonder at the wonder of colors.

My favorite huge is forest green. The deepness of it. The peaceful emotions it evokes when I see it. The smell of crushed pine needles. What would the world be without forest green? What about yours?

Imagine if your favourite hue just disappeared.
I think I would weep.

Have you ever thought about the power colors have to influence your mood? Dose a sunny yellow brighten your day? Dose a deep blue calm you? How about a playful pink, or a shimmer of silver?

Color wouldn’t be without light. That electromagnetic radiation bouncing around our word, being absorbed or rejected by objects and our eyes. The way it all works together, or doesn’t, to give us the thing called color. Mesmerizing madness are the words that come when it’s all described. Magic! But also science, this wonder that is color.

I have dreamed of a world that lacked light before. A world of blackness, of touch, feel, smell, hesitation, question. A world where everything has a home, or it disappears. A world where the human senses are all enhanced by our blindness. What a different world ours would be without light, without color.

Colors tell stories. We know that red checks mean something. Fever? Cold? Embarrassment? A flush of Joy? Too much wine? Shades of red tell so many stories. Some beautiful, some uncomfortable, some painful. Red, the color of love, and blood.

Blue is the hue of cold. Dose it send chills down your spine? Or darken it to royal and it tells a story of lush luxury and poise. Darken in to navy and it reminds me of strength. Lighten it and its baby blue is like a child’s light-hearted giggle.

What color gives you warmth? Is it a burst of yellow? Yellow tells the story of present sunshine and wildflowers. The kiss of honey on bread, the smell of mead. In reverse it whispers of sickness, soiled garments, wasting age. All these are yellow, and yellows are these things.

Primary in their existence, the blues, the reds, the yellows. Mix them? The world explodes with color.