Jan over at RevGals offers this Friday Five:
1. If you were a color, what would you be? Most days I'd be green, a deep forest green. But some days I'd be pink and occasionally I'd be blue or yellow. Maybe I'd just be a rainbow:
2. If you were a flower (or plant), what would you be? Again, most days I'd be a tall old, strong Oak tree. One that has weathered the ages but still puts out full beautiful leaves each year. Or maybe I'd be one of the trees on the rim of the Grand Canyon, smaller than an Oak but tenacious:
3. If you were an animal, what kind would you be? A house cat, spending leisurely days lying in the afternoon sun, eating, and playing. OR I'd be a bird soaring the great outdoors. OR maybe I'd be a ground squirrel because they are social creatures and so darn cute!
4. If you were a shoe, what type would you be? Most days I'd like to be a hiking boot, travelling into the wilderness. But other days I'd like to be a beautiful high heel entering into finest places of society.
5. If you were a typeface, which font would you be? I like Garammond. It's has some subtle detail but is still easy to read.
Bonus: Anything connected with metaphors that you'd like to contribute. As usual Mary Oliver speaks to me. Here is her poem, Wild Geese:
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.