Friday, September 28, 2012

Red Crayons

I get a little sense of something sweeter that catches me amidst my mind going a mile a minute, everything I need to do, even as I need to be resting. "Is she sleeping?" my friend's littlest boy asks.

Then, "Do you like blue?"

I'm caught in a deep train of "this is my life" conversation. The all important, 'what-color-do-you-like' trumps it but I don't hear him the first two times he asks.

Yes, I like blue. But, maybe I don't stop to see blue.

Blue crayons. Red crayons.

"Do you like red?" he asks, looking down at the red crayons.

This time I'm ready. "Yes, I like red."

I watch a hot air balloon in the sky.  I've often thought it would be neat to take a ride in one of those. To see the world zipping by below from a balloon! 

What would it be like to be moving sloooow and see the world below moving so fast? I may not come down...:)

Life is the gift. It's like dandelion dust. When you try and grasp at it, you lose it. It flies through your fingers.

Linking up with other ladies on a Friday writing for five minutes on the topic of grasp. Join in to see what others are talking about here.


  1. Beautifully said. Today my heart wants to rush through as my to-do list is a little too long. Instead, I'll savor this gift. Thanks!

    1. I understand what you mean!! Thanks for coming by, Stacy!

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    1. Thanks, Denise. Your blog is touching. Thanks for visiting mine.