If the Colors Run

colors soothe and comfort me
carrying my being
so many memories
far away
bleeding into one
not today
tripped and triggered
thousands of miles per second
hold on
let go
either way
alone

I stand still
here and now
whirlwinds
all around consuming me

black and white
greyscale fade and shade
focus me
once in a while
if the colors run
who will really see...

Grab a Shovel, Spade or Spoon or...

To the days when it was okay to go outside and dig a hole. Just decide I wanna dig a hole and a hole was dug.

If questions were asked; "what's ya doing?" Digging a hole was acceptable! "Where ya digging to?" I don't know was acceptable! "You'll dig yourself to China soon" was encouraging and comfortable. No one worrying about this hole in the middle of the yard, or why this hole was in the middle of the yard, no one worrying what the passers by thought.

Prayers for hole digging mentality and encouragement, prayers for finding and reclaiming our inborn innocence.

We are all God's children and it takes a village...

Dig Deep.