Walls

I'm currently sitting on my floor staring at blank walls trying to imagine just what I want them to be. Funny statement. They're walls that's all they can be. But somehow add some paint and some pictures, change the furniture around or altogether, and these walls have a whole new presence, a whole new life, an entirely different way to move and breathe and be.

Right now, they sit staring blankly back at me, like a cursor on a pristine white new document waiting to be typed on. What will the story be now? What decorative words will be hung on these pages that stand guard over me while I rest and recharge? What shades of life will add new life to my spirit? Will embrace me when I return from long, full days, reminding me to be? Spalshes of tester colors with nature drenched names, like Marigold Petals and Luscious Mango, give me a sense of what the future could hold: to be enfolded daily in a field of flowers and sweet tropical fruit.

Now, if I only had a magic wand to do it!