I’ve never made a fuss about birthdays. Most years I hoped to slip on through before anyone noticed. This year I’ve received enough attention that I might as well just fess up and celebrate. (And that’s not to say that you should slide into make-up mode if you forgot or didn’t know in the first place. Please.)

My overall wish for myself on this return of the day, is that many moments of the year are special. Commemorative. Joyous. My inner-most aspiration is that I strive to make that happen. At times I fail miserably. Fret and fall and fail.

T.M. (also known as Bob or husband) made up a mantra many years ago that we occasionally trot out to spark up a moment. It’s one word. COLOR. And the guideline is that when spoken it snaps you to attention and you see with all your senses whatever pops into view. The continuum of trees across the Otter Tail river. The rosy soft of the bobbing robin. The sunlight splashing blood red across the Tibetan carpet. The lush brown of Cosmo’s fur.

Try it. Color.

And indulge me here. Because I’m going to indulge myself with visions of places in my heart.

This entry was posted in faith, Family, favorite things, introspection, memories. Bookmark the permalink.

1 Response to HAPPY RETURNS

  1. Beth says:

    What beautiful color you have. And it is what makes a life worth living.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s