Colours

 

Nature and the environment are most often what first comes to mind when the word green is first mentioned. Trees, leaves, grass and the vegetables your parents made you eat as a child but you hated are all green. It can symbolise money and mean life, well being, good luck and jealousy as well as a signal to tell us 'go'.

Anger, rage and a signal 'stop' can all be the colour red. Red can mean danger, and sometimes joy and prosperity. It can be a flashing light accompanied by a siren warning you to move quickly out of the way while the emergency vehicle rushes past. Red is passion and intensity. It can be a fire fueled desire and can mean extreme heat.

Happines, optisim, clarity and wisdom are all the colour yellow. It's the blinding colour of the sun, a bright banana or a pretty daffodil flower. Yellow is the colour of walls in the nursery of a baby whose gender isn't yet known and the colour of a squeaky rubber duck waiting to play at bathtime. Lemons and falling autumn leaves are all yellow.

The sky, the seas, calm, peace, cold, tranquility and sadness can all be blue. The colour of jeans, butterflies and things for newborn baby boys, blue can be confidence, harmony, unity, cleanliness, loyalty and even an appetite suppressant. Sometimes, blue can appear to be the colour of the moon and can have a naturally, soothing, calming effect.

Most often a quite depressing colour, black can be grief, fear, elegance, wealth, evil, anonymity and sometimes death. Black is the colour of night and darkness, of negativity, bad experiences, fear and threat. It can be a leather jacket, electrical wires or remote controls. Black can bring with it grief and remorse, mystery and evil, or even possibility.

Purple is often associated with royalty and nobilty. It can be the colour of power, enlightenment, peace, magic and purpose. Purple is the colour of pretty flowers and the sky at sunset. It can sometimes appear to be the colour of the flash of lightning in a stormy sky and a jacaranda tree.

Purity, innocence, humility and precision can all be the colour white. White can be truth and openess, clarity and cleanliness. White is the colour of cold winters and snow, potatoes, ice cream and milk. White is said to be able to promote new begininnings and development.

Pink is the colour of romance, love, tenderness and acceptance Pink can mean fullness, achievment and neautrilisation of negative behaviours, feelings or emotions. Pink is the colour of flowers, pigs and things for newborn baby girls.  Magnolia trees, contentment, fairy floss and quiet are all things pink.

Isobel

When Kristen walked into her little girl's room that morning she wasn't expecting to find what she did. "Isobel, the sun's up sweet heart, so should you be." She called as she came in. Kristen drew the light purple, butterfly decorated curtains on the far well before turning around.

She gasped. Her daughter's bed was empty. There was no sign of the bubbly, beautiful little eight year old she'd tucked in and kissed goodnight the night before. Her heart was racing as she processed what she was seeing and the world seemed to be years away as she searched her house and outside, calling desperately for sweet little Isobel.

Kristen didn't wait long before coming to the horrible conclusion that Isobel was really gone. Panicked, she made her way to the phone to call triple zero. "Police." She said. The next minute or so seemed like the longest minute of her life as she waited for someone to answer her call.

When she heard a voice on the other end, she spilled her story. "It's my daughter. She's gone. I put her to bed last night and went to get her up this morning and she wasn't there!" "You're daughter's missing madam?" "Yes." Kristen said, slowing down. "Ok. I'll send someone out to you, but please stay on the line with me." The person taking her call was calm and patient, a hint of soothing in her voice. "Now, what's your daughter's name? Can you describe her for me?" "Her name's Isobel and she's only eight! She can't be out there all by herself!" Kristen was becoming overwhelmed as the emotion spilled out. "Can you think of anywhere she might have gone?" "No. Nowhere. She's never left home before. Never run away. She's always clinging to me usually. This isn't like her. Not one bit."

The police arrived then and took a picture from Kristen. One of the three officers that had been sent out stayed with her while the others went out looking for Isobel. The hours passed in what seemed like slow motion. If she wasn't pacing around the house, Kristen was staring out the window or waiting by the phone or the door like someone would call or knock at any moment. It was the most stressful, agonizing time of her time.

Aside from school and work, Kristen had hardly been away from her daughter at all. Never once had she strayed or run away. Like she'd told the police officers, this wasn't anything like her daughter. It was very unusual. Isobel was normally so attached to Kristen. Always wanting to hold her hand, and if she wasn't she was never far away. She was always in sight.

At long last, there was a knock at the door. The two police officers had returned with Isobel. Kristen hugged her daughter tight. "Don't you ever do that to me again Isobel. You hear me?" "Yes Mummy. I'm sorry." Isobel was shaking in her mother's arms as she buried herself deeper and deeper into her Mum. "We found her in a park not far from here Ma'am. At the big tree near the playground."

"Where did you go?" Kristen asked curiously, studying her daughter. Just as interested as Kristen was to hear the story, the two officers came inside to hear of Isobel's adventure. "I went looking Mummy." Isobel said simply. "Looking? What for?" Kristen knelt in front of Isobel, her face full of concern. "For Grandma Isobel." Kristen's mother, also Isobel, had died not too long ago, but before she'd passed, she'd had dementia and had often got lost on her walks. "When you said she'd gone, I thought she'd got lost again, so I went looking for her. I thought I could bring her home." Kristen smiled. "Oh no Sweetie. Grandma Isobel hasn't gone for one of her walks. She's gone away, and she's up in heaven now." "Oh." Isobel said. "So she's not lost?" "No Isobel, she's not lost. Not anymore, and thankfully, neither are you."

I'll Drive!

Charlotte and her mother were getting ready to go for a drive. While Charlotte waited in the front seat, her mum went back inside to get a jumper. By accident, she left the door open and so the family dog, Lolly, who had been inside at the time, wandered out and jumped up onto the driver's seat of the car.

Charlotte laughed as Lolly put her front paws on the steering wheel before jumping down to inspect the acceleration and break pedals. She jumped back up and sat on the seat again, glancing at Charlotte as if to say "Are you ready? I'll drive!" Before, Lolly had been checking everything out to see if she really could drive the car. Still laughing, Charlotte reached over and ruffled the little dog's hair. "You'd stop traffic Lolly!"

Charlotte's mother couldn't help laughing either when she came back and saw Lolly in the driver's seat. "Lolly wants to drive us Mum!" Charlotte laughed. "I can see that." Said her mother, laughing too. "But, unfortunately, as much as she might want to, the simple fact is, dogs can't drive."

Charlotte's mother dropped her jumper on the seat and scooped Lolly up in her arms. She put Lolly outside and came back out, slipping into the driver's seat and closing the car door behind her. "I know they can't Mum." Charlotte said, "But wouldn't it be cool if dogs could drive?"

Love's Strength

Rhiannon felt like the luckiest girl in the world. She and her boyfriend, Kane had been together for three years the January just gone. Back in high school, their peers had thought that they were a perfect couple, one who would stay together forever. Rhiannon and Kane both firmly believed the same thing.

They'd never been tested quite like they had that April before. Sure, they'd had fights, but the night Kane's mother called her, Rhiannon's world changed. Her perfect little bubble of just her and Kane burst in an instant.

He'd gone out on his family's yacht as he often did when there was a clear blue sky and calm, steady seas. Kane's father had been driving and he'd been sitting on the edge, trailing his hand in the deep blue water as they glided along. Kane's father stopped suddenly, forgetting to warn his son, who toppled overboard and into the water, sinking fast into the water.

His father let out a yell and stopped the boat, rushing over to the edge and looking down. The water was so dark a blue that you couldn't see down. Panicking, he took off his shirt and dived in after Kane. It took him 10 nibutes to find Kane and pull him back up to the surface. He lay him in the boat and waited to see if he'd wake up. But he didn't. Turning the boat back on, Kane's father drove the boat speedily back to the peer and called an ambulance.

Rhiannon couldn't believe her eyes when she walked into the hospital room early that evening. Unconcious, his dirty blonde hair was still faintly damp and his closed eyelids concealed the normally shining lime green eyes Rhiannon badly wanted to see open. He was tucked up tight in hospital blankets and was deathly pale, looking very weak and sickly just lying there helplessly.

Much to everyone's relief, Kane woke up three weeks after the accident. But he couldn't remember a thing. "Who are you?" He asked Rhiannon the first time he saw her. "Nurse, are these my parents?" He asked when they come to see him.

Rhiannon realised that because of Kane's condition, she had to be strong for the both of them. But it was hard. All she could think was whether he'd ever remember her, remember them, again. It was a test. How strong is love? How powerful? Is it stronger than fear? Is it stronger than worry?
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You Can Do It

Wendy Sanders hadn't been nannying all that long, only being in her early thirties, but she'd been babysitting ever since her teenage years. Wendy was the type of woman who was loud and out there, she loved adventure and trying new things, but her latest clients seemed to be the complete opposite. Shy, nervous, insecure and scared, the three Davis girls huddled together and shuddered the first time they had seen her. Given, Wendy could be rather intimidating when she wanted to be. Tall for a woman, at precisely six feet, with a stern looking face upon first glance with demanding dark brown eyes which were usually covered with a large pair of sunglasses.

Wendy was tough. She wouldn't stand for any nonsense, she was strict and believed in pushing the boundaries, and the limits. It was no wonder the three Davis girls were intimidated by her. At 13, 8, and 5, Annie, Eve and Hannah were vulnerable and naive.

So what do you do with three, timid, young girls? You take them out, and you climb a mountain. At least, that was Wendy Sanders' approach. "I can't do it!" Five year old Hannah complained when they hadn't gone all that far yet. Annie, the thirteen year old, took pity on her. "Come here Hannah. You can piggy back a while." She hadn't been there that long, but Annie didn't dare ask Wendy if they might turn around and go back. She got the feeling that if Wendy set out to do something, she wouldn't rest until it was done, no matter what it took. And from her intimidating height and apparent physical strength, Annie couldn't even bring herself to imagine what those measures could be.

Wendy turned around and looked sternly at Annie and Hannah. "Don't carry her Annie." She instructed, and Annie put her sister on the ground again. "She can do it." "No I can't!" Hannah whined. "She's got little legs Wendy. I don't think she could do the whole thing." Annie said, doubting. "Yeah Wendy, why are you making us do this anyway?" Eight year old Eve spoke up. "That's for me to know and you to find out." Wendy answered definitely, beginning to walk again. "Now come on." She said, as she kept working. "We're not losing anyone, and I'm not stopping."

It took them a few hours at a steady pace to reach the top of the mountain. They each picked a rock and sat down, panting for their breath while they looked out at the view. "We're really high up, aren't we?" Eve asked, a little nervous. "You can't get views like this anywhere else!" Wendy said, pleased and content. "So why did we do this?" Hannah asked the same question her sister had asked when they'd been about halfway up the mountain. "Well," Wendy looked meaningfully at the girls. "You did it, didn't ya?" Eve and her sisters nodded timidly. Wendy was scaring them again. "So why did we do it? Annie asked again. "I, we, don't exactly see you point." "To prove it." Wendy said confidently. "Prove what?" "That you could."