White – A purity. A simple effort. A soft romance. A clean slate. A colour that represents this week, that was so full of heart felt emotion. Monday came with the luxurious opportunity to linger in bed just a little bit longer than usual, and then move to the couch wrapped in a soft warm blanket, grey fleece slippers on my feet, and a cup of warm water to settle my stomach. It was a day for recovery and loving emails sent from Adam making sure I was well, while allowing myself to stay indoors. A kiss on my forehead, a dinner prepared, and another cup of warm water, I quickly fall asleep to rest my body after a day of stomach issues.
Well rested, Tuesday found us enjoying a quiet morning together while I sleepily followed him around the house. He enjoyed my company and had a difficult time leaving for work, but left me with a lingering kiss to show he loved me. I slowly gather myself and prepare for a quiet day. I run an errand to the post and pick up a new notebook. Purple, my colour, with blank pages waiting for me to write in. I stop in a chocolate shop, and stare at the beautiful arrangement of chocolates and packaging. I decide this is where I want to write and sit down at a table that faces the window. A cappuccino ordered served in a white mug, I people watch and start to write. Words flow and start to create sentences, then paragraphs, then pages. My hand cannot stop. I feel a release and it feels good, soothing, almost spiritual. I come home and transfer my words from paper onto my computer and start to think of what to prepare my love for dinner. A quick walk through the city, we end another evening with a glass of Merlot, brie cheese and some chorizo to celebrate the beginning of my birthday month. We go to bed happy and giddy, thankful for another day to celebrate simple things.
Wednesday. A day for cleaning, restarting, and preparing for our guest. A day of frustration when I didn’t feel like our guest room was going to be finished for our beloved friend. Dirt upon dirt, leaking pipes, and missing parts to a bed. Feeling hopeless, I leave the house and walk around in the sun and feel my mood getting lighter. I stop by the market and pick up some flowers, purple tulips. Our guest’s girlfriend loves purple tulips so I decide to bring a piece of her to us while he’s here. Six dozen tulips, a deep purple with fresh green leaves, filling glass and white vases adorn our house, and it feels lovely. I settle on knowing our guest bedroom might not feel perfect, but he’ll feel loved. We work till the late evening, painting our dinning room table white, then in front of our blue screens, and I suddenly miss home. Holding myself together, I ask Adam to go to bed, and we crawl in, thankful for our heating blanket. I hold him near me, smelling his skin, feeling his skin against mine, and I feel blessed.
Thursday, I wake up with a fire in my soul, a spark that I can hardly contain. I tidy our home, take a shower, then end it wrapped in a lovely fresh white towel. I enjoy another simple breakfast of steel cut oats, but this time with a sprinkle of raw brown sugar. I like simple. I spend some time catching up on things around the web and learn about a new artist, a writer who inspires me to continue writing and to help change the world. I am ready to take on the world and decide to dress in clothing that doesn’t match. Conflicting patterns fighting for attention, yet in my signature colours of purple turquoise and grey. With the sun shinning brightly I walk to my destination with my new purple notebook in hand. I order an espresso. Simple. I start to write, and the fire that I awoke with turns into a blaze, that my hand start to shake with excitement. This passion takes a hold and it explodes onto paper. I stop every once in awhile to take a breath as sometimes it’s too much for me to bare. My espresso becomes cold as I continue to write. In a short time, I feel changed, rejuvenated, and fired up with love and determination. I send an email to Adam, a quick introduction of what is to come in the evening, my thoughts. My dreams. The dreams I want us to achieve together. And he answers back with a simple answer. Yes! And I smile thinking, ‘It’s only Thursday!’.