Colors

Last weekend was Easter weekend.  When I was young, Easter was the signal for the switch from winter wardrobe to summer.  When I was young there was not four seasons plus for clothing.  Plus we usually only had one Sabbath dress for each of our two seasons.  For us in the lower end of the income scale, it was called an outfit. 

Therefore, for me Easter is a time to celebrate….out with itchy cumbersome winter clothes which were usually rather dull and in with the light airy summer frocks which were usually bright and cheery; plus, more importantly…it was time to celebrate Jesus’ resurrection.  That by itself should have been enough to bring out cheerful clothes.

So I was totally surprised that everyone but the teacher and I, was wearing black clothes.  Even my daughter.  The teacher wore his usually uniform of khaki trousers, striped shirt, and navy blazer but without his usual bow tie.  How ironic that the Sabbath School lesson was about Joseph and his coat of many colors and his redemption of his brothers which mirrors Jesus’ redemption of us.  Surely it was a time to celebrate.   Bring on the colors.

definition

so much of life is so hazy.  my daughter and i were discussing self identity on the ride home from Leslie's gym class. not sure how we came to the subject, but i was reminded of what i have know for a while.  i have a tendency to identify myself with my work, which is-i am told- a more masculine trait.  it may be because most  my female relatives have had work outside the home.  my great-grandmother worked as a teacher, watchmaker, and secretary.  my grandmother Caryll had a radio program (paid) for a while and wrote newspaper columns for the local paper (unpaid) after she retired from her game warden position for the state of South Dakota.  m mother worked as a secretary and teacher.  my sis worked as a secretary, teacher, and principal. one of my aunts and two of my great aunts were teachers.  my daughter teaches.  

but all that being said, our work is not us.  the only two definitions i could identify with any certainty that applied to myself were....artistic and independent.   seems rather skinny but maybe it is enough.