A Very Bright Hibiscus
Good Day, God!
I am between Waves of Grief right now, God. Thank You for that. Thank You for all that I had in my Mommy. I, like Patty, can say, “Thank You that I have so much for which to grieve.”
Now that I am functioning a bit better, I have observed my absorption with COLOR! I first began to notice that when I HAD TO HAVE bright yellow shoes. Tom’s shoes someone said to me? No, Bob’s — a cheap knockoff of Tom’s. Then I found a yellow top . . . and next I haunted Ross’s Dress for Less until I found a bright yellow purse to match the shoes. And, I confess, that was followed by bright yellow pants and bright yellow shorts!
Worn together I resemble I walking fire hydrant. But, I don’t mind. In fact, I love it!
Then this afternoon — scanning my photos for one to use with this blog I found THIS one! GLORIOUS! I’m staring at it now and feeling joyful. So, the idea tiptoed into my mind that maybe colors are therapeutic?
I know that colors gladden my heart and lift my spirits. There are always things to rejoice in. Always things to be thankful for. It is a matter of focus. And seeing the glass half full has been easy for me.
Aaah, but TOO easy. My Conscious Mind is re-appreciating that Sorrow is to be FELT and to be EXPRESSED.
Give Sorrow Words, the Grief that Does Not Speak,
Whispers to the Or’ Fraught Heart and Bids it Break.
True lines from MacBeth. However did Shakespeare know so much!? So, here I am, God, letting the Ebbing Tides flow out . . . knowing that both Moon and Tides tug at us all.
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
So well said as always!