The Pink House on Sprague Street

It's big, it's bold, it's begging to be noticed and on most days I might gloss over it but tonight I saw it standing pink and proud. I wonder who would choose such a color? Most would think, perhaps, that it's a very poor choice, stemming from overweening ego, exceptionally bad taste or an inability to actually see what color that is. Tonight I preferred to believe that the homeowner is simply filled with enough joy to paint their home a color they love and that they don't care a fig what anyone else thinks of it. Tomorrow I'll probably revert to the exceptionally bad taste theory but it's nice to put judgment on hold for a while.

The Great Run On

The ink in the well, the wellspring of my muse, the source begetting the void, bringer of all, birthing the beginning, setting eternal clocks ticking and I spin on the center of the wheel, trying to feel my way back through time, separating space, or moving it together, pushing or pulling, the maker, the made, the earth in the shade and the sea is a shadow of mist, distilling the bliss and listening to wind in the trees, a sky split asunder, the grass that grows under, a sun melting into the sea.

This Makes Me Happy

Overcoming Obstacles

So while I was in the shower today I suddenly began to sing the song Three Blind Mice. Don't know why, or what would have triggered it (I love a mystery) but there it was. Seems such a brutal children's song and the mice really get the short end of the stick. Following that thought was The Itsy Bitsy Spider. Now he faces some adversity, certainly, but after the rain washes him out, he is at least able to stage a comeback and it's not because he is a cute, cuddly creature. You don't see that kind of optimism in Three Blind Mice and they aren't that bad to look at. So the mice can't see the danger they are headed for and in they end they are both blind and butchered. If I'm looking for the bright side I suppose they at least have eachother.

Red, Red, RED!

What is my fascination with, my passion for this color? Sometimes I stray but never stay far from a box of the bright delight. There were auburn's dark and burgundies and even ginger snap - which let's face it, is really orange. Now is the time for phoenix flames to rise. This week the search is on for the color of my dreams - the spark of LIFE - the crimson crown. Can you believe I once wanted to be blonde? Me neither!!

On A Good Day

All That's Old Is New Again

There's a phrase I came up with long ago that I was really focused on this morning which is "to see with new eyes". I have always loved seeing new things even if its as simple as driving down different streets to get to the store or to work. I don't have to be in a far away land to be able to appreciate experiencing something new. To see with new eyes takes this a bit further and applies it to the everyday and the familiar.

So this means that while driving down the same streets I take most days, I suddenly take notice of elements I haven't focused on before. Today on my drive to work I caught myself paying attention to things I had not seen before - or perhaps I have always seen them but not acknowledged them. Driving past the Golden Lion I really looked at the sign and there is a huge head of a golden lion atop the sign. I mean HUGE. How had I missed this? I also noticed the colors painted on buildings and saw things like the scoreboard at the end of the high school field and the decoration on the sign for an apartment complex. What I saw was pleasing, as if my eyes were drawn to what I wanted to see and not what I considered ordinary, mundane or boringly familiair. Just a little reminder to me that there is always something good to see out there, everyday, it's all new if you're really looking and wanting to see something good. See with new eyes and see what you want to see.