pink
I spent a HUGE amount of my lifetime color allotment raucously, and with abandon, in the eighties. Colors have not come easy to me since then, since I faded to black and gray. Recently I have found comfort in greens and browns, purples have sneaked in. I however have never been fond of pink. A friend, my soul's sister, was. She was beautiful and graceful in a way I never will be. She understood so much about being a woman, boldly and without regret.
I am working to replace pink in my world. Pink can be miraculous: a newborn's toes, the glow of an October sunset lighting up granite peaks, a wild rose that you come upon suddenly after an afternoon rain.
I am working to replace pink in my world. Pink can be miraculous: a newborn's toes, the glow of an October sunset lighting up granite peaks, a wild rose that you come upon suddenly after an afternoon rain.