Dandelion Suns #SOSMagic

I am always looking for books that inspire writing. One of the many I have on my shelf is Handling the Truth, On the Writing Memoir by Beth Kephart. As you can see from my picture, I have many pages marked with writing ideas.

In the chapter called "The Color of Life" Kephart asks, "What is the color of life?" Pondering this question and Ruth's prompt on naming my light, turning toward it and writing about how it makes my life beautiful, 

I didn't have to look very far.

Dandelion suns drawn in the corner of the page give a false sense of hope, a hope that everyone has a rectangular house with a door in the center with a circle knob, two four-paned windows, and a red chimney spiraling a trail of smoke. But most people don't know that image is a fallacy that children draw to make them feel normal, to feel like they belong, and to feel loved.

I drew those pictures, and that was far from my reality. It wasn't until many years later that I found my light in the corner, my dandelion sun. 

His name was Dave. 

My family was broken, as was my picture. But God knew what I needed before I did. 

Dandelion suns have a way of making me smile. They reflect the love in my children's eyes; they weave themselves  through the memories of the tough times as well as the good ones; and they light the way for my tomorrows.

Dave is the light in my corner, 

my dandelion sun, 

the color of my life.

I’m joining an open community of writers over at Sharing Our Stories: Magic in a Blog. If you write (or want to write) just for the magic of it, consider this your invitation to join us. #sosmagic