A coloring book purchased for my clients. It arrived today. A gray, wintry, sleet filled and cold day. Night is crossing the threshold. A long week and I am tired. Perhaps I should color one just to test drive it before I offer it to my clients. Gentle music. Squished into the couch with a blankie and hot cup of coffee. Not even Calgon could compete.

Then the eyes look again and I realize the lines dance upon the page. Criss cross. Double images. If you could see the image that I see (or don’t see)… you’d understand the voice. Out of the sigh comes a soft chuckle. Who, little one, will ever see what you color? When have you ever been one to “stay in the lines?” Even your feet turn out left and right. Your foot prints look like someone who can’t make up their mind which way to go. Personally, I’ve always thought the turning of my feet symbolized I was willing to go whichever direction called. So…. why should these preprinted lines be any different? The one who created the invitation to color, created what he or she saw in their mind. Can you not color what is in your mind? Not a mistake, a re-creation!

The coffee pot has beeped it is ready. The music is playing. Night has kissed the earth. The furnace is roaring. And I…. see images upon an image calling me to cozy in and play. My eyes to become students, pupils of Life. My pupils beholding simple joy. Perhaps an adornment for my refrigerator…..