Week #20: Color me crazy

“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way – things I had no words for.” – Georgia O’Keeffe

A couple months ago a friend told me about a local race called “The Color Run” where at different points in the race, you get blasted with brightly colored powder. Now I’m against running like it’s a facehugger’s insides, but I’m for color like it’s all the things I love. Clothes, walls, refrigerators—bright & beautiful colors make ’em better & express how I love to see the world.

Ironically, I’ve never applied that love of color to my hair until today. This ‘thing’ is not exactly new because I had dyed it once before today (but with dark red highlights that no one really noticed). However, now blue & purple hues tip my tresses & reveal to the casual observer some of my inner crazy, exciting wack-a-doodle. Ditto!

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Week #4: Anybody seen a toad?

Luna: ‘And I don’t know who you are.’ ‘I’m nobody,’ said Neville hurriedly. – Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix by J.K. Rowling

I’m a geek. Most people may know or at least suspect that I’m a geek, but they don’t know the level of geek-ness that I have achieved. The geek card I’m laying down is not a +5 Supreme Knowledge or +4 Epic Costumes (though I have dressed up for the last 2 Ren Fests), but a +11 Spazzoid Mega-Love card.

Nothing turns my day around, bursts out a smile, makes me jump up & down, run a marathon with bunnies, bounce on clouds of marshmallow & marzipan, fly with the moon on my wings—well, I think you get the idea—more than an encounter with these objects of my geek girl heart. The worlds of Doctor Who, Lord of the Rings, Princess Bride, Firefly & Harry Potter do this for me.

One of the things that I think allows me to enjoy these stories is that I really get into them. I mean, I really get into them. I yell out warnings about every bad guy waiting in the shadows; I hold my breath through every watery tunnel as moral support. I’m swallowed up by the roller coaster of victories & defeats. But nothing really gets to me quite as much as the underdog. The Neville Longbottoms of the world who live as nobody, who struggle, win & lose on the sidelines. I wish I could be in the story, if only to include & encourage him.

Neville’s transformation from “Neville, the boy who kept losing his toad…” (HP & the Sorcerer’s Stone) to “ ‘I’ll join you when Hell freezes over.’ said Neville” (HP & the Deathly Hallows) while our eyes were on Harry. His story went on whether or not it was witnessed, just like in real life. The sword-wielding champion is epic, but his many flubs & foibles were a part of him, part of the reason that I love him, root for him, & cheer for him.

So I realized, if I can love something so eternally trivial as a fictional character from Harry Potter because of his goofiness & faults, why can’t I love the spastic, funny, drooly, kind person that God enables me to be? He laid +Infinity Spazzoid Mega-Love card down on me; His love should be what defines me. Therefore, my project for this week is not to say or think anything unkind to/about myself. This is going to be hard because if I mess up, it’ll be second nature to say/think something discouraging & thus continue the cycle. But I’m going to do my best & proceed with grace. If you hear me slip, please remind me. I’m only Neville after all 😉

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