It’s not just a colour but a feeling.
It’s happy, girl like and at times quite sparkly (or it simply elicits a feeling of sparkliness).
While out and about this evening I ran across an entire area devoted too the pink and precious. One item in particular caught my attention: it was a pink ceramic poodle. Why did it catch my attention? Because when I was very young my mother bought me a ‘sick prize’. This was a gift given only when I or my sister had been under the weather. One day after one illness or another my mother and I found ourselves in Swenson’s Ice Cream Parlour. And, in the midst of all the wonderful sweets and sparkling treasures I found mine – a small ceramic poodle that I named ‘Pink Puppy’. To this day Pink Puppy resides not only in my heart but in my treasure box as well. So, in honour of day 5’s moment of gratitude, I am grateful for all things pink, pretty, sparkly and somewhat princessy. And of course, the memories of childhood, sweetness and delight.
All hail the p.i.n.k.
an iced decaf latte
a pups smile
Wen hair (no, really, it is)
loving my body
sweet – juicy – organic pears
a long walk …
Life is lovely.
I’ve begun to pack away bits of life
Crystal pretties – ducks and bunnies
Shells with memories
Artwork saturated with sweetness
A pink memory book that holds one finished page
but is littered with notes, receipts and sparkly pieces,
that still wait to be fastened.
Wanting to belong.
Yet somehow knowing they never will.
A dried flower falls softly to the ground – undone from its hidden place..
Books with earmarked pages
all gently wrapped and placed in green bubbles and brown cardboard.
One soul defined –
heart remembered –
There is magic in the in between.
Sparkling stars whisper sweet nothings
as the moons cool light begins to envelop the ether.
A time of fairies – phantoms – silent flowery folding’s
Neither light or dark
an astronomical twilight
If I sparkled of moon beams
Would I live incandescently
filled with wonder and desire?
Would the cool light
frost my soul?
California here I come right back where I started from (singing to myself)…
Yes boys and girls, that’s right, I’m home!
Well, not exactly. Technically I am still at my parents. But by this evening I will be safe and cozy in my own little world once again. After 29 days away I am looking forward to my things. To the known. To a bed that I can sleep soundly in.
More to come.