Friday, January 20, 2012

Five Minutes: Vivid

Each week Gypsy Mama chooses a word to write about for five minutes. No editing, stream of consciousness. Today's word is: Vivid.

Ready. Set. Write.

Just saying the word vivid makes my eyes widen and brings happiness to my soul. As I've aged, or shall I say, matured, my love for the extraordinary, the non-normal, the things that make a statement fascinate and allure me.

Vivid colors. With as much humility as I can muster, I have to say that I look best when in the most vivid of colors. Bright pinks and purples, vivid tangerine and lime. Those colors make my best features pop. And what girl doesn't want her best features to pop.

Vivid memories. These aren't always joyous memories, but sometimes bring tears to my eyes. The vivid memory of our family's car accident when I was 7 years old. Awaking in the mangled car wondering if I was the only one alive and being just bruised and cut. The vivid smell of pigs in the field where our car landed. The vivid sound of the ambulance siren that came to get my Mom and save her life. The vivid memory of contemplating my death and realizing my personal need for a Savior to have eternal life.

Vivid. You bring the good and the bad, and your bring it loudly. I long for those vivid moments that fill my heart with joy.

1 comment:

Nancy said...

I look good in vivid, bold colors too! (Just sayin') And, I rolled my car over with my seventy-five year-old mother and two children in it. I remember it all in vivid detail, especially hearing God's assurance that my children belonged to Him. Nice to meet you through five minute Friday.