My wife is in a writing workshop. We’re each taking a prompt and writing for 10 minutes and then reading to each other what we wrote. It’s fun and connecting. 🙂 This was our first run on the color of joy and the color of grief. The grief one is too personal to share.
There are these moments in life when you can see past the veil of the world that’s bigger than our reality. The filters are removed and you can glimpse the truth of life. The awesome wonder and magic of it all. The limitless possibilities. The boundless beauty. We’re filled with joy from the wonder of it all. I’ve seen this most often through the eyes of my children when they were young and still close to the divine. Before the world layered its gauzy clothes of trauma and fear over their eyes. I’ve had these moments alone in nature. Seeing the vastness and age of it all in geological, not human time. And I’ve had this experience riding motorcycles on empty roads into the oblivion at the edge of the world, beyond human perception. This bliss, this pure joy in the wonder of it all is the bright yellow of the universe that shines through our souls and connects us with all things alive, dead, and yet to be born.
Aaron Fulkerson 