There is a gaping lack of yellow on the morning table. The gifted flowers reached their end and I had to let them go. But that doesn’t mean I stop seeing yellow. Or forget my friend who gave them to me. I see yellow, possibly even brighter than before. Knowing she loves yellow. Knowing I love yellow. And the sharing does nothing but illuminate.
And isn’t that the same with love.
On my evening walk the other night, I was compelled to walk into Macy’s (which my heart still types as Dayton’s). Upon entering the second door, he smiled and asked if there was anything he could help me with. If he could turn back time, I thought. If he could tell me which dressing room my mother was in. If he could get me out of this gaping hole back into the pure joy of shopping with my mother…. “I’m just looking…” I smiled. Not for clothes or jewelry though, only the joyful time spent together.
And I did find it. It was all still there in my jimbly heart. As it always will be.
I am an author and an artist, originally from the US, now living, loving and creating in the south of France.
I show my fine art throught the US and Europe, and sell my books, art and images throughout the world.
www.jodihills.com
