Some time ago, I purchased an adult coloring book. In the busyness of life and transition, it sat in my art bag, waiting to be used. Today I finally took it out, and as I picked up the brown colored pencil and began to fill in the empty spaces, the line, "This is the soil," emerged. This inspired me to pick up my journal and write lines of poetry as I added color between the lines of the image. Here is the resulting image and poem:
"Emerging"
This is the soil.
This is the darkness of the unknown.
The seed of what is to come.
The beautiful darkness
from which I'm reborn.
There is beauty here.
A beauty not yet shown.
The heat of change.
The pain of growth.
The downward spiral
of roots taking form.
Surrounded by streams
that seem so foreboding –
the watering tears
that break down my walls.
What will become of me
remains yet unseen.
This grand deluge
permeates my being.
Here I am
alive and growing,
living, breathing,
the future not knowing.
So for right now,
I'll leave the blank
spaces,
instead of filling them
for just-in-cases.
The faith I hold
says this moment
is sacred,
so I won't fight it,
instead I'll embrace it.