Taking time back from the tyrants
Some posts will feature a pattern I am ready to share
Pink was not part of my childhood. Through accident or design, I played with handmade dolls that wore clothes that matched mine. I wasn’t dressed in pink and I didn’t play with pink toys. For me, pink is not a childish color, it is a color of power.
Orange is a modern color. It is a popular choice for people signaling innovation and provides the best contrast with the old, trustworthy blue. I enjoy orange precisely because it plays so nicely with blue.
Brown is such a modest color. But, like all modest things, it has hidden complexity. Did you know that the most difficult color matches are shades of brown? Product lifecycle managers hate when Khaki is trending! Brown is the true color of forest and I love forest over anything else.
Yes, 100 days without reading the news for an hour a day on the internet could make you crazy to clean, but this isn’t the dust I am thinking about today. I am thinking about the metaphorical dust featured in Philip Pullman’s great fantasy trilogy His Dark Materials.
I can’t quite put my finger on when I realized that radio was political, but somehow, there it is. Even your choice between country, oldies and classical is supposed to be saying something about you. So, I am going to say something about me. I listen to BBC Radio 4x and have for years.
The final Quaker Testimony in the acronym SPICES is Stewardship. When I first hear this word, of course, I think of money. The proper use of the money intrusted to us as stewards of resources is of course an important aspect of this word. But what about time…or talents…?
The fifth Quaker Testimony is Equality. Here is something that I have spent lots of time pondering. As a child, I never could wrap my mind around the idea that I was supposed to be different and, more importantly, be treated differently, because I had XX chromosomes instead of XY chromosomes.
I have a honking cold. I caught the cold last week and tried to rest through it over the weekend, but this is a big one. I am trying to resist the temptation to make this entire blog about self care.
Seeking the “real” in the world around me is leading me in new paths. When asked by Rev. Erin, the Rector of my Parish, to assume a leadership role on the Vestry, I agreed. Even before this challenge, I knew that it was important to me to share with friends why my Christian faith would be an asset, not a limitation, in the coming days.
I built my capsule wardrobe because, prior to the beginning of the 100 Day Challenge, I had very rarely worn all black. However, every day since the Challenge began, I have only worn black…every day.