Jan 08, 2010 23:47
I was buying a binder earlier this evening, to put the print out pages of my New Years Dreams Class week one information in it.
I kept walking down the aisle starting first with whether the outside should be flimsy, or hard. I settled on the second, so that I could also use it as a lap board if needed. Then it was on to color -- blue was nice, because blue is always nice, but then I was pondering, because what color made sense, what did I want to project on to this year or expect of it, all these blessings and struggles and paths unknown.
And what did I end up with seconds later mind you? Black.
Why? Because it holds every other color (potential/possibility) inside it.
temple of twelve: black,
temple of twelve,
religion,
school of the seasons