A Smack of Orange

September 3rd, 2008

I had dinner at a friend’s house this week, and as soon as I walked into her kitchen, I was shocked by the orange daylilies on her counter. Like Cher in Moonstruck slapping Nicholas Cage in the face and barking, “Snap out of it!” Lately I’ve been sleepwalking through work and coming home to put on my pajamas and shut the door on the world. In every way. Fine enough for a few days or even a couple of weeks, but I get used to indolence far too easily. I hate to admit it, but I think ┬ásome of my planetary stars must be aligned toward inertia and sloth–both physical and spiritual. These lilies were almost vibrating they were so alive — as if orange was the blood in their veins and they had plenty to spare. I’ll have a tranfusion, please, of orange fieryness, of orange ardor, of orange juice of life.

4 Responses to “A Smack of Orange”

  1. notmassproduced says:

    i used to hate the colour yellow – and somebody told me that it was a chakra that was blocked – now i’m cool with yellow so something must have shifted. i love the way those bright lilies shocked you – and you posted a similar coloured bright flower in your last post too.

  2. Pat says:

    Well, I’ve been in a “funk” lately. Lots of family baggage nagging at me. My age creeping up on me. The world in a mess and I can’t fix it by myself. You know. The other day I bought some crimson India ink (I like to write with a dipping pen) and while standing there looking at all the colors, ORANGE spoke my name and I bought it too. Was this in anticipation of reading this blog post??? I’m ready for that transfusion too! Pat

  3. robyn says:

    I found your blog through native kee, you are a wonderful writer and I hope that if you have not already written a book, that you do! cheers.

  4. V-Grrrl says:

    Yes, I am often indolent and married to a man who has seemingly unlimited stamina. I wish he were a battery and I could plug into his energy and drive. And he wishes he could sleep like I do…wantonly, deeply, full of dreams.