Small Red

 Laying his head in his mothers chest as he reluctantly readies for a nap on a Sabbath afternoon.

They both notice the flowered wallpaper of his aunties room and mommy challenges him to sound out the colors of the flowers.

She points out to one of them and asks what color is this one, to which he replies white. Then she points to another one which is pink.

He glances at it in a pause and says to her "small-red". Mommy chuckles in wonder and said "no it's pink", to which the little two year old replies "not...! small-red".

Funny how things can be recognized by others in alternative ways through their own process of description.

Some people can see auras and such, which I haven't been able to do. And I've found that to some, the pink aura represents love, compassion and healing.

But what happens when we find ourselves outside of that aura? And surrounded by negative red flags all around us instead?

Do we ignore it? Or maybe try and figure out why we're in it?

What if we're too deep in it and can't escape?

Maybe - we can pull a positive white flag of surrender from within us and place it next to each negative red flag until all the red one's are paired with white one's.

And when we take a birds eye view of the whole picture, we finally see that we're now surrounded in pink.

But it takes that small-step to reach into ourselves and surrender to our fears, doubts and worries. So we can discover the benefits of being in empathy, kindness and gentleness.

To finally let go; and enter into love, compassion and healing.

Aloha & Mahalo 🤙🏽