We Picked Red
November 2, 2009 by Janice
Red Box. Warm thoughts. Powerful engine. That’s what we were needing this morning. So we picked red. And the deeply steeped English Breakfast Tea, laced with cream, is steaming in a hand friendly mug right here as I write.
It’s Monday. Yep. Time change, season change, chill in the air. Yes, needed the red. There’s so much to do.
Know how many Mondays left in the year?
Nine.
9.
Neuf.
!!!
(Artist takes a sip.)
Yep. That’s what I was thinking. Not so many are there?
And those holidays are sneaking in too.
When I started accidently counting Mondays, I thought it would be great to see my efforts on those Mondays as a gift wrapped in red with a big red bow that I would give myself at the end of the year. Make that late December review exciting.
Tick Tock.
So a few days ago, when I drank the last tea bag out of that red box in the picture and did NOT throw the box away, I didn’t know why exactly.
Well, actually I like really cool boxes and packaging, but that’s for another time.
But this box? I put it on my desk.
Red box on my desk. Why would I do that?
It’s been in front of me for… hm, a week? Maybe more?
It’s an ordinary, everyday kind of box. But it’s kind of shiny red… nice proportions, contained something I really like, hours of pleasure, a steady friend in the mornings.
Yes, I know it’s just tea..
And a cardboard red box…
But the tea makers..
And the tea boxers and the tea shippers and the tea sellers…
They all got up every morning.
To bring it to me.
This red box I hold in my hand.
Think of that.
I have to like these guys a lot.
But wait there’s more …(Okay , yes, I ‘m chuckling with that, she sips again.)
As I lay in bed this morning wondering about that dream I had in the early hours, and that strange man in my dream that was speaking to me, I glanced over and saw that red box again. I’d never seen this man before. He asked to bring me gifts and clients and lovers of art who saw what I see. And they would buy. He asked for sketches, he asked for work, he asked to be let in…he came as a friend…in casual shirt and pants, a sweater… at ease , not flashy just sure… he was so sure….and he came to me…hm…
I glanced at that red box again. Knew I would photograph it, maybe even draw it when I had decided to keep it on my desk. But what was it saying right now? And who is this person in my dreams?
I tilted my head, hm,
Tossed off the covers and picked that red box up, brought it in to photograph…still puzzling. What?
Don’t exactly know. Except…
As I handle it, turn it this way and that, the cardboard and the color…
Become something else…
Something to remind me..
About giving myself those gifts…
And letting those gifts come in.
So there it will sit…
For the weeks to come
As I write and paint and ask more of myself all of November.
Hm…something about putting our dreams in an everyday box…
Something about dreams…
Tending,
Listening…
And being open….
So I am sipping, being with the images for a bit…
And yes, somehow they are important. Somehow they mean something about making Mondays count.
And that guy…if you know him… Well, here I am.
Yes, I ‘m chuckling. And making my second cup of that red tea, we have work to do around here.
How’s Monday going for you?
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Hmm, more head tilting I see
And the…
“lovers of art who saw what I see. And they would buy”
Yes, invite them in…
Joanna,
LOL…amazing what a few kisses can shift…use the force for good I say. And that means being a bit more open to the unexpected think.
And those art lovers who saw what I see…and buy..
Jan, this made me feel warm with the joy of possibility. As Joanna said, yes let them in, let them in…This post was a gift to all who read, wrapped in red naturally.
Hi Karen,
Thank you.
Now that makes ME feel good.
This red box…it’s important. Think I will draw it today.
THat was a fantastic piece you did on 140 Characters. BTW
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