Too Old to Color????

I've written before about the admirable qualities of children. Now I am wondering about a certain child-like trait of my own. I love to color. I have always loved the black line drawings, however simple or complicated that populate coloring books. I love finding really cool pictures in unusual places, just begging to be brought alive with flashes of color. Right now I am drawn (no pun intended) to kaleidoscope drawings and "stained glass" designs. There is a town not too far away, know for antiques and arts and crafts, where the General Store sometimes carries coloring books with drawings of by-gone days. These are nice, but I really like those geometric designs where I can devise repeating patterns or go abstractly crazy with no pattern in mind. I love to sit down with my nieces and color - my color choices are a little more "safe" than theirs (I do love the fearless abandon with which kids color dogs green and purple and make the sky yellow). For me, coloring is a relaxing escape from the pressures that life can bring and reminds me of the fun of childhood.

It's Just Not There!

There is something inside me trying to get out. I can't put my finger on it but it is there. I need to "spill my guts" but there's no guts to spill. When ever I post I usually have something to share or something to say but not today. Today I just feel like I'm supposed to tell you something but it just isn't there. Oh well, maybe tomorrow will be more inspiring.