So sad for all of us having to battle so much darkness around us.π§‘
I looked into the recesses of the Fall sky and saw shades of grey. I said, βsky why were you so glistening blue yesterday? And, today you are just a dull grey? I heard the breeze around whisper dull grey gives space for the π ππ autumn colors to delight the psyche and palette alike. Yes, chase the flying leaves! π±I did and one caught in the wavy coat of my beautiful dog π as she struck her stride. A slight giggle from deep within gave memory to gift cards that lay in a misery work pile. π³ My reserved white space gave way to iced pumpkin cookies and cinnamon with Chai tea. Two for me and a few βonesβ to share here and there. My sky broke forth into shiny silver. I wondered only for a βpauseβ what got in my psyche and told me shiny silver was a dull grey? Why do I need to turn my pumpkins into hollering Jack-O-Lanterns? My cookies into faces of a mystic? Maybe itβs the joy lodged between my psyche and my palette.











