Can you hear them? They’re calling me, telling me there’s a world of sunshine and colors . . . reds and yellow, and greens, and . . . blues.
Blue eyes, blue flowers, blue birds that fill bright blue skies have been waiting, waiting, waiting for me.
What am I doing inside thinking about things in shades of gray? Lavenders are sweetly whispering my name. Even the pinks, those shades I thought I didn’t like, light the sky by the corals both so patient with my thoughts. How could I not have feeling for them?
The softest prism of light is shining in past the blinds to say, “Stop. Open the windows of your mind. Let the colors blow through with the breeze.”
Colorful windmills are turning my view around to take in the whole world again.
−me strauss Letting me be