Flying colors…

Over at shutter sisters the theme of the day is “just shoot it”. I took this photo as a complete accident. It wasn’t until I uploaded it that I noticed the girl flying through the air. I loved this little girls sense of style. Her ability to put every color imaginable into one outfit, down to the orange crocks made me want to run out and find more color for my wardrobe. I wish I had this kind of bravery as an adult, the kind of bravery that picks from the closet the most colorful, rather than the safest. The kind of bravery that says “I’m going to go run and jump through that hula hoop. The kind of bravery that chooses things based on what will make me happy, rather than what others deem acceptable. What if we were to just do what we thought best at the moment, and forget what anyone else might think? What colors would you wear today?

Behind the unknown.

There we were, walking amidst a small jungle, outside of our suburban town. As we walked amongst the leaves and flower, a little girl appeared. She was in awe of the life size leaves, most of which were larger than she was. She stepped cautiously but with great curiosity into the unknown world. Today, I feel like this little girl. Filled with wonder I step cautiously around the larger than life possibilities that surround me, but I do so with great curiosity, for at this moment the tragedy would be to not discover what is behind the unknown.

Goldfish crackers

Carrboro, North Carolina is quickly becoming one of my favorite places. It could be the weekly outdoor music concerts on the lawn of a a food co-op , or the ice cream parlor with rocking chairs out front, or that on the particular day we first went, there were dozens of children hula-hooping to live music, most wearing no shoes. Each Sunday the entire town gathers on the lawn of “Weaver St. Market” a wonderful co-op store in the center of town. Children, adults, grandparents, college kids, all congregate and share Sunday brunch together. Blankets line the lawn, dogs play catch, Moms nurse their babies. It’s something out of a book, a really good book. In the midst of all that was going on that particular Sunday a little girl wandered from blanket to blanket, greeting the people who sat on them and asking them if they had an goldfish crackers. She finally found the magic picnic basket that contained them, and was encouraged to help herself to them. Imagine that, a place in this country where a child can wander through strangers in search of goldfish crackers, all to be greeted with smiles and a handful of crackers. I wonder what makes a town become that way. How a town of people can collectively be kind and loving and caring, enough so that a 3 year old little girl feels safe and secure enough to travel through a field of blankets and people asking for what she wants most.