Sunday, May 05, 2013
All this change in me has gotten me thinking... about color.
Art teachers have assured me that all colors of paint make black, and physics teachers taught me that all colors of light make white. I beg to differ, at least with the art teachers; Easter egg dying with my family taught me long ago that mixing all colors gives you dark khaki. All of Dad's Easter eggs came out khaki. However his egg began, whatever color or pattern, he always kept adding and adding, re-dipping and evaluating until he'd added all the colors at least once. And they always came out khaki.
It makes me think of the things to which we aspire, the things we covet, the characteristics we endeavor to cultivate in ourselves. In our minds, we see each aspect as it is in its pure state - the individual colors in the cup. But our attempts to be all things to all people, or perfect at multiple things on top of each other cannot possibly produce any single color in our lives. What something looks like in its pure state - alone and undiluted or un-amended by its surroundings - isn't how it appears when combined with other colors in our lives. How could it be?
Maybe that's one of the reasons that sometimes having, achieving, or developing something always turns out to be a little different than what we expected. But that can be a wonderful thing if we come to absolutely embrace the dark khaki that comes from the many trials and "dippings" in life. We're all khaki eggs, and what a blessing!
Thanks for the metaphor, Dad. Your khaki eggs continue to give me hope. :)