Escape

My goodness, Ash; this is powerful, holistic Work!

A warm feeling of general appreciation washed me at first glance; the brushstrokes reminding me of Chinese calligraphy and cool teachers past.

An anagram of “orange” and “no rage” indelibly imparted by a game show episode I don’t recall the name of since its random viewing decades ago emerged next, but now with the color’s creative sacral chakra connection to the joy souls can experience after and alongside the bloody beautiful struggle of self-preservation.

When I took a more Rorschach assessment-over-happy easygoing Saturday approach, two distinct stories and interpretations waited: a male devotee whose impassioned performance in his dance or other natural balancing act roused purifying flames beneath and all around him followed by his bowing/reverence, (possibly as a crown to) a woman’s pelvic structure broken into beautiful freedom of some sort.

I relate—thankfully, well—to your evocative poem and the heartening, sometimes premonitory nature of experiences along what I consider the lifedeath continuum. Thank you for perceiving and presenting an ‘orange lining’ that doesn’t exploit or minimize whatever the reality is. Blessings on your parents’ memories, souls, and you as part of their legacy. ~T.