The Hammer Times

Morning Meditation on Yellow

I like to choose a color to notice on my walks. Today it was yellow.

I see you sunflower with your face tilted to the sky, soaking in light and warmth and, perhaps, botanical joy.
My sister’s men, husband and son, are firefighters. Good men, both, with a heart for service.
I wish I could recycle my thoughts. The many, many I no longer need. Wouldn’t it be lovely to lean your head over the lip of the bin and have one’s empty thinking cans dump out?

Maybe our recycled thoughts could be transformed. They’d need to be detangled and cleansed before being made into a cute doormat or flower pot or shopping bag – of use to someone not named Me.
I love dahlias, later summer delights. Irrepressible, show-y. Go ahead, admire me!
I’ve managed to curb my Diet Coke consumption with an occasional classic as a treat.

Yellow and blue: Sweden, Ukraine, IKEA

I was trying to go someplace else, but the newness of the neighborhood and a series of dead ends led me here. Sounds familiar.
Sometimes the uneven loads of life can just about run you over. Be a little cautious. Don’t play with danger — it’s real. Mind the signs, and just go around.
Try, when you can, to end with beauty.

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