Because it’s already a color day....and sometimes the little things lose their way
I. Some people are and some part aren't sharing their Temple of Twelve tokens. It seems to be a tossup. I had mine on my altar, and now I have it on my dresser. A touch stone I run my finger tips over in the morning, still, even in Purple. I want to send my thanks to Lord Orange and his messenger. It fit so very perfectly in with the day and things I was working with the day.
II. A Coincidence of Purple
About two and half weeks before I went to visit Steph, I remembered from a Skype call in Korea and some conversations back then, about her room being very specifically Purple. And I sort of exploded into a little pile of laughter, amid my thirdish week of Orange, when I realized the following things all at one.
That on July 1st I was starting Purple. That on July 1st I would wake up in a Purple bedroom. That on July 1st I would be spending the weekend with someone who's favorite color was Purple. And I would be surrounded by all of these things, while I was sitting in a house reading my Chapter for Purple the first time. It was so perfectly, unplanned and fitting, and hilarious all at once.
And it was lovely, on certain mornings that weekend, waking up and laying there on my air mattress, studying the shade of purple on the wall and thinking of the newly minted chapter in my headspace. This may be where dignity awoke in its own way, as it's been having it's way with me for far more than a week now.
III. I'm considering putting together some kind of assortment of pictures for the important tokens of my months. The things I've worn during my months or carried with me. The art pieces I've created because of it, as well. Maybe a picture of the journal I do all my questions in and of these pens and crayons and markers that I continue to tell you belong to them. Now to be add to by the Temple of Twelve Token Exchange pieces as well.
II. A Coincidence of Purple
About two and half weeks before I went to visit Steph, I remembered from a Skype call in Korea and some conversations back then, about her room being very specifically Purple. And I sort of exploded into a little pile of laughter, amid my thirdish week of Orange, when I realized the following things all at one.
That on July 1st I was starting Purple. That on July 1st I would wake up in a Purple bedroom. That on July 1st I would be spending the weekend with someone who's favorite color was Purple. And I would be surrounded by all of these things, while I was sitting in a house reading my Chapter for Purple the first time. It was so perfectly, unplanned and fitting, and hilarious all at once.
And it was lovely, on certain mornings that weekend, waking up and laying there on my air mattress, studying the shade of purple on the wall and thinking of the newly minted chapter in my headspace. This may be where dignity awoke in its own way, as it's been having it's way with me for far more than a week now.
III. I'm considering putting together some kind of assortment of pictures for the important tokens of my months. The things I've worn during my months or carried with me. The art pieces I've created because of it, as well. Maybe a picture of the journal I do all my questions in and of these pens and crayons and markers that I continue to tell you belong to them. Now to be add to by the Temple of Twelve Token Exchange pieces as well.