Becoming

It’s amazing to start as invisible. First decade.

Or maybe all the colors were there and whited each other out while we ignored all the black holes in the canoe.

Into the pinkness of a little girl and the redness of a bold, wild teenager. Second decade.

Back to white as a bride for five years before the blue streaks were added to the canvas. Third decade.

Yellow takes over 25 years back; a solo 6 month cross country sojourn, new love and many vacations together and my life’s passion / vocation. This filled the fourth and fifth decades.

This current sixth decade holds every color of flower in my garden; the tall strong ones, and the low, deep, dark ones. I could say rainbow and take the easy way out. But it’s more of an iridescence – – every shimmering color being held. Not always welcomed steps in a colorful life; steps either celebrated or sometimes composted.