Colour of Life

I walk in a stupor, surrounded the past two years by a grey wash.

I fight and fight to push back the grey to allow the Son to fully illuminate the colours of life.

Tired of the fog that fights for my soul, the darkness that rushes in.

The speed it tries to goad out of me.

Faster and faster, heavier loads, stuff, clutter, responsibility.

What would it all mean, if it were to end tomorrow. If time here were to stop.

I want to see the full colour of life.

I want to see the world around illuminated and basking in the light.

I want to sit in quiet wonder, with no where pressing to go, nothing needing to be done.

Light where are you? When will the grey be pushed away, and the new colour full world take shape before my eyes.

Stepping through the grey. Today is a new day. Come full colour, come.

|Living in full colour

What is your favourite colour? When you think of this colour, what do you feel? I don’t mean on the surface but what deep emotions does this colour stir in your soul?

My children must have asked me what my favourite colour is a million times a million or more times. Depending on the day my answer sometimes changes, or my go to answer is sometimes all the colours of the rainbow.

Today I am feeling pink! A new shade of pink, bright, vivid, alive!

I feel new today. Is because of a good nights rest, my new piece of art I purchased and finally got to bring home and hang up last night, is it the warmer weather, although still grey?

Maybe it’s the way my bedroom is coming together, or the “stuff” I got rid of yesterday that is no longer bogging my spirit down.

Maybe it is my resolve to declutter my household, of stuff, of habits, of lies, of frustration, of darkness!

There is still so much to do, because rose colour glasses are not working for me anymore. Truth needs to be the very air I breathe.

For a moment I felt pink, bright, vivid, alive pink!

What are the hard truths I need to face to be genuine pink again?