I allowed others to hand me their broken, blue crayons to paint my sunshine of reality.
Each shade of blue created an unexplainable urgency for freedom, but the bittersweet tonic of opinions forced its way down my throat till my insides burned.
The voices emptied my womb and suffocated my space. Fibroid tumors oozed with air pockets of doubt that stifled my perplexed creativity.
Routine.
Repetition.
Regular vexes my spirit.
Why can't we walk on the moon of our own thoughts without judgement?
Why can't we dance in the rain without umbrellas of scrutiny?
Why can't we skinny dip in the Osun River without being swallowed up by a tsunami of gossip?
NEWS FLASH:
We can.
We should.
Color outside the lines of limitations.
To break up the monotony in our little animated space, I always try to create spontaneous mental exercises for my grandson to stretch his boundaries outside the norms of video games and cell phones. He does morning mediations with me on a yoga mat on the weekends. We listen to Classical Music (still a work in progress). I have him draw me pictures of something interesting he's learned & teach it to me.
WHY?
I am planting seeds for him to think outside the box.
I am watering seeds to nurture a King (leader).
I am watching him bloom wherever his heart is planted.
This is what his "waiting on breakfast time" looked like the last time he was here. He colored a quick picture of three pink Apple watches. My first thought--why would he give me something I already had? His explanation: He gave me three Apple watches cause I'm ALWAYS rushing & he wanted to give me time for school, work, and him! The lump in my throat bought a load of conviction. Not only is he watching, but he is paying attention to all the details.
Color outside the lines with the people that God lends you. Not only does it set you free from the superficial demands of daily realities, but it cultivates real life purpose: LOVE.
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