Wednesday, September 24, 2014

what crayon is your favorite?

"warrior bride"

every year, right before school started, we went shopping with mom.
school clothes (at the Bon Marche), 
school shoes (at Hudsons), 
and school supplies (at Skaggs).  

i eagerly looked forward to our shopping day, 
because i loved starting school with everything new.  

i also loved our school shopping day, because i would get to choose and eat my favorite candy bar as a snack at skaggs, or when our friend Lucille started working at the Woolworths' soda fountain, we would stop by the counter to say "hi" and indulge in a special ice cream sundae. 

"build a bridge #2"
one of my favorite school supplies was our crayon box.  my mom totally spoiled us and bought us each the large box of crayons.  i would go through the box and stare at each color.  even as a child, i was never able to choose my favorite color in the vast array found in the crayon box.  

i still am unable to choose my favorite color.
i have an array of favorite colors - 
on any given day my favorite color changes.

"different yet alike"
art jounaling
some days i am loving black and white the most
the next day, i love the shades of gray
others, i am swimming in crayons of blue
and then there are those days that i only have eyes for 
the vast array of pinks, purples and violets

we all love different colors and yet the origin of all the colors is the same.

there is a great quote that i have often used and just last night discovered the entire quote and the author of the quote in a new book i am reading.

"oh, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person:  
having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them out.  
just as they are - - chaff and grain together, 
knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, 
keep what is worth keeping, 
and then with the breath of kindness, blow the rest away."
dinah maria (mulock) craik 1826 - 1887

my best friends are those who, despite liking a different color of crayon,
understand that everyday my favorite color changes
and they still
love me and cover me with their breath of kindness.

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