evey available surface
is festooned with all the spectrum's of the rainbow.
and it's awesome
there is something fun and therapeutic and magical about
lights on evergreen branches....
but what about us?
we had another month where we also decorated...
but that month we decorated souls?
what if we took a month to paint the most vivid colors of our mind
to let our creativity flow onto the canvas of our life
to mix colors with abandon
to get a little messy
to see each others inner reds and blues
to splatter and drip
to run our fingers through vibrant yellows and mellow greens
and to admire the imperfect stokes and lines of your inner artist
can you imagine?
i wonder how we'd feel?
i wonder if at the end of that month
we'd slowly wipe off the red
and brush off the blue
sadly packing away our paints and childlike parts of ourselves
for another year...