The colour is there, if I make my eyes big to what I see small. There is colour in the faces of the ones I love. In the laughter of friends. In the careful words of a teacher. In fellowship and friendship and family-ship. In sweet homey smells and hard work and quiet rest. In teasing and testing and trying. In three boys and one man and a house to share and time to spend. Words. Food. Kindred-ness. Quietness. Mess. Mornings. Coffee. Hugs. Tears.

These are the colours of my life.

My world might be white, but my life is not.

My life is colour full.

May you see the colour in your life this March Monday, wherever you are.