Finding Harmony

It started out with colors that seemed to scream at each other. They didn’t blend, they fought. It was chaotic. But then as I worked with them, they began to harmonize.

Blues and yellows and greens and browns.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
— Rumi
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