Orange obsession

orange-shoe-2I noticed orange a few weeks ago. It was the first color I was aware of one morning with the early light. It’s the only color I see now when I look at clothing. The placemat in the restaurant last night was orange. I went to pull out some chai tea this afternoon and discovered that it was orange tea instead. I didn’t realize it until I tasted it. Drawing and painting with a new gift — watercolor pencils — I couldn’t resist the beautiful orange pencil. Now I see that the paintbrush to apply water is orange as well.

If any of my readers has a clue on color symbolism, aura analysis, or has chakra chops of some sort, I’d love some perspective. What I’ve read seems positive enough about this color. Having hit some setbacks, random boredom and low traction on some other hobbies, I’m hoping it is leading me to lightness.

Other mothers and daughters

mother-and-daughter-ornamentThere is a warmth and understanding that often passes between women. If we are lucky, a bond with our mother is followed by a bond with our daughters. Of course, there are those tragic cases where a mother and daughter don’t bond, and the scars remain.

In my life, I’ve had two other older women who radiated warmth that felt like my own mother’s love. A bonding not quite like with a mother, and different from a friend.

Similarly, I’ve experienced caring for other women young enough to be daughters. Again, the relationships straddled motherly love and friendship. It’s hard to put a finger on it.

Over the years, I’ve watched my own daughters to see if they’ve developed relationships with other woman older than them. Perhaps as a mother, I want to be sure that they have a mature love to lean on even when I pass.

Today I watch my Chinese “daughter” make a new life for herself in Vancouver with her husband. We had the opportunity to connect through work in Florida. Our relationship transcends friendship. I miss our daily talks together over work lunches.

We can each find nurturing, caring love with others besides our family. If we allow it, there can be a bond that develops and grows that transcends friendship. It can be a shelter from a storm and joy in a darkened world.

Ask Maddie: Advice for Dogs – The Christmas Sweater

maddie-newPost #2: The Christmas Sweater

Dear Maddie,

Q1: There’s been a lot of noise around the house. A tree without a smell came out of a box and even has lights. I don’t like the dark, but these lights make it hard to nap. My question, however, is about a little sweater that they make such a fuss about. It’s green and red and everyone says I look so cute in it. My friends laugh a little when they see me in it. What gives?

A1: Well, I wanted you to feel in good company, so here’s a picture of me in my Xmas sweater. I’ve had it about five years now. Ever since my owners keep me trimmed up with an electric buzzing device, I get cold this time of year. Once you get past having something binding you, the warmth might win you over. Have you ever hosted a canine sweater soiree? They’re trending now.

Q2: This is a tough time of the year to keep control of myself. The wrapped packages look as if they’d like a little nibble, and the ornaments would be fun to catch. The temptation is unbearable. Last year they closed me in the bathroom just when I let my inner dog loose.

 A2: Haven’t you learned yet that some good things are better left undone? These thoughts of tearing paper, tossing ornaments and tasting tree boughs shouldn’t be repressed entirely. Look forward to a little doggie daydreaming and try to be satisfied when they toss you a small piece of poultry after dinner. If that doesn’t work, remember how cold that bathroom tile floor is.

Author’s note: Maddie is my daughter’s little Dorkie, and lives in Charlotte, NC. We raised her from a puppy.