Orange Inspiration

Recently I rediscovered the color orange. I was pondering the color as I stood in the kitchen cleaning the polen from an oriental lily off my hands. It wouldn't come off. Orange has been like that ever since.

I think of orange as the color of desire. I have for a long time. I'm not sure why. Sunsets? The sensuality of sucking a slice of orange? I can't stop thinking about it. I looked back through my poetry from years ago. Actually, nine years, a graduate degree, and a kid ago. In my file there are "Wild Poppies," "Killing Oranges," "Calico," "Close Inspection of a Grapefruit," and "Marmalade Moon." I didn't realize until now that I was that into the color.

Blogs, especially more personal blogs, are interesting because they ask you to define who you are and/or what you do. I am a writer, a martial artist, a teacher, an outdoorswoman. A mom, a lover, and a friend. I am goofy, pensive, strong, and loyal. I want to be more humble and compassionate.

I want to be inspired.