Day 2 of stepping into colour….
I am fascinated by the exuberance of bougainvillea, the extravagant riot of crimsons, magentas and splashing scarlet. These vivid brushstrokes are ablaze right now down every street in the neighbourhood.
Yet the colour I was drawn to this morning was a translucent pale honey shade that fades to ivory with age.
Subtle plumes of faded gold
threaded with trails of olive green
rough and paper thin between my fingers
a hint of inner resistance and strength.
I see this strength mirrored in the faces of children, as they strive to make sense of a difficult word, tracking with a finger while mouthing the sounds, blending them together with a puzzled frown, determined not to give up. Finally, recognition dawns and they pronounce the word softly and then with understanding and a smile of delight.
These moments never cease to thrill me!