I’m so excited! I’m going to my first blog party at Beverly’s How Sweet the Sound’s Pink Saturdays! I’ve never done this before and I’m a little nervous, but I wore one of my PINKEST hats, circa 1940’s, along with one of my spring PINKvintage-look costumes – quite a find from the thrift store! It’s what folks expect me to look like when I perform as my storytelling alter ego “Miss Kathy”.
Pink, however, is not my best color. When retreating to my “brooding” corner I tend to burgundy (DARK PINK?), green, black, or blue. Pink-Pink I reserve for my more public moments when I’m hosting a children’s story time or speaking to a women’s group about old things, womanhood, and the joy of God’s love in all good things and beauty.
I have only recently stepped into the world of blog with The Writer’s Reverie, publishing my reflections on those things that inspire and inform me as a writer, speaker, dramatist, lover of literature, history, the arts – and, well, as Paul puts it in Philippians 4:8 – “. . . whatever things are true, noble, just, whatever things are pure, lovely, of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy – think on these things.” Or in my case – write about them. And, in so doing, hope that my little ruminations might touch a heart in a needful way, bringing PINK to the cheeks and brightness to soul and spirit. Here’s a little bit of PINK I keep for just such a thing on my office wicker bookshelf . . .
Presently, I am compiling a new photo folder of all things PINK in my vintage collections. I’m looking forward to finding new ways to express my PINKNESS and sharing same with you on PINK SATURDAYS and at The Writer’s Reverie, where I hope to add new friends as Followers – and blogs to be following.
So, thanks for the open invitation to Pink Saturdays, Beverly! Just one last little splash of PINK from my wildflower garden and a favorite quote – you see – I think on these things . . .
“There is not a form that lives in this world, but is a window cloven through the blank darkness of nothingness, to let us look into the heart, and feeling, and nature of God . . . This world is not merely a thing which God hath made subjecting it to laws; but it is an expression of the thought, the feeling, the heart of God Himself . . .The faces of some flowers lead me back to the heart of God, and as His child I hope I feel, in my lowly degree, what He felt when, brooding over them He said ‘They are good’ that is ‘They are what I mean.’ “ George MacDonald
Joy to you! Be blessed and be a blessing!