Learning to slow down, because life's too short ~ ~ ~
Color Me Poetry (by Aldo, age 10)
There was a blue whale.
He was as hungry as the sky was for the water.
Soon he saw a red chili.
It was like fireworks (boom, boom) that went up into the sky.
Soon the blue whale got the chili and became purple like grapes and bumpy like a chameleon.
* Blue Whale 2018 watercolor painting by Barbara Grant was donated to today’s fundraiser for America Scores in Milwaukee
Dreams can be so fascinating. I came across this page describing “The Ballet Feet Dream” from over 20 years ago.
In case it’s too difficult to read my writing, I’ve converted to text here:
“This takes place in a small circle apart from a bigger group of people at some type of gathering.
A few people (including Dori who is laughing hysterically) are watching me attempt to stand and walk with my feet and ankles wrapped and taped up in toe-shoes.
I start off very hopeless – hardly able to stand at all – knees bent to keep my balance. But I begin to try to straighten up some, and it gets a little easier, and then as I walk and turn around and keep persisting it begins to feel fine, and I can balance with no problems at all. In fact, my feet and ankles are so secure that this binding around them and this way for walking seem like it’s permanent.”
Whatever device you use to view this last yellow rose from my garden…it won’t allow you to experience the powerful but delightful fragrance of this tiny flower – a delicacy I will hold in my memory as we fall into the winter months here in the midwest.