The Color Of My Life By Carol Bradley |
“What do you do?” she asked while we slathered warm croissants with fresh preserves in the golden, morning sun. I told her about the city, my job, my days.
She was an artist, a florist, a traveller; nothing of real value in the steel, grey world I couldn’t leave behind. The sun was behind her lighting up her wild, blonde-grey hair. She was happy in this tropical place; alive, fulfilled.
That morning in the sun; the vibrant, vivid village all around me would change the color of my life. “What do I do?” What is important? Who am I? not the person in rush hour traffic; nor the one working 10 hour days.
Ask me again; “What do you do?” I’m filling my garden with lavender blooms, learning fiery, red Spanish, making pale, pink tea. I’m a mother, sister, wife, a gardener, dog rescuer…a bit of a writer.
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