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Pink Is The Color

A Red Pine Mountain LogoThanks to everyone who is joining me on the Purina 60 Day See The Difference Challenge.  I'll be posting the giveaway of the two Flip video cameras on Friday and I hope everyone will enter.  Thanks again to Purina for their generosity. 

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I have some thoughts to share today so I'll just jump in.

Do you think of yourself as a color? I do. No, I’m not talking about the colors that perhaps suit a person best. I’ve never been a slave to fashion. I wear what I like, and what I like is pink.

And what about the movie Legally Blonde? Do you remember it? The first time I watched Elle Woods, I knew I had found my long lost twin. It wasn’t just the pink pom poms on the pencils nor was it her scented stationery (scented stationary does always makes things better) nor was it Bruiser’s pink outfits. It was her entire attitude, her upbeat view on life, so quick to defend others, so quick to find the best in every situation. A pink person persona.

Yes, I’m one of those “pink” people. Ask Mountain Man. He’ll tell you it’s true. Whether it’s pink towels or linens or dishware, my entire world is filled with pink. “Mountain Man, can we paint the house pink?” I’m always asking. “No, no pink houses,” he says.

And yes, we dine by pink candle light, no bulbs in this house whether they are good old incandescent bulbs or the new fangled energy saving, mercury leaking kind. Pink candlelight makes everything better. I can’t see the cobwebs, my wrinkles don’t show and at the same time, we are conserving resources. Yes, try pink candlelight and you might be surprised at the difference it makes.

My friend Barb will also tell you I’m a pink person. I dress the horses in pink; pink halters, pink bridles, pink saddle pads, pink blankets. And when I discovered there really is a store named Pink Equine, I was thrilled.

Pink is more than a color it’s an attitude that carries over into all parts of my life. Until this June when I changed to blue.

“One month. You have to stay still for one month in order for your eye to heal.” My doctor told me. 

"What do you mean stay still? Can I ride?”

“No.”

“Well, I can ask Barb to put a lead rope on Midnight and lead me around the ring.”

“No.”

“Can I garden?” I’m still hoping to win the giant pumpkin contest at the fair as well as help fill the local food bank’s shelves.

“No.”

“What can I do?”

“Stay still. And move your head as little as possible.”

Until you’ve been told not to move your head, you probably don’t realize just how much a head can move during the course of a day. Try it today and see how often you use your head without realizing it and let me know what happens.

At dinner each night, I shake my head vigorously to agree with Mountain Man who speaks little but is always, always correct.  

“No, stop it.” I silently told myself as I went to shake my head to agree.

Mountain Man did notice. “Is something wrong? Did I say something?”

“No, remember the doctor told me I can’t move my head.”

“Oh.”

I decided to pass the time reading a book on making soap. A wonderful book filled with easy to make recipes.

I was full of enthusiasm until I discovered soap uses lye and the use of lye comes with all sorts of warnings.

“Mountain Man, I’m going to try making soap when I’m better.”

“No, you’re not. You’re liable to blow up the house and even if you don’t, you’ll end up hurting yourself.” He knows me too well.

Unlike Mountain Man who reads instruction manuals front to back before he starts a project, I refuse to read directions.

In fact, show me a “How To” anything and my brain automatically turns off, starts to wander, writing stories, making rhymes.

I never follow directions. Except this time. My vision was at stake.

A long month passed. I watched weeds cover my garden. Only the marks I made daily on the calendar ticking off the month got me through my enforced rest.

Finally, the big day came.

“You’re good to go. My doctor told me.”

“You mean I can ride again, move my head again?”

“Yes.”

“What about hitting my head? Is that okay too?”

My doctor gave me the strangest look. “It’s never a good idea to hit your head.”

“But it’s okay?”

“Just try to be careful.”

Careful. That’s not a word in my vocabulary. I want to live life, savor every second I’m alive, experience new things and continue on this incredible journey.

“La la land.” That’s what Mountain Man calls it. “You live in La la land.”

I used to resent him saying that as though I weren’t aware of the realities of life but I’ve come to understand him better and he’s right again, I do live in la la land. It’s a good place to live, a pink place, where life is full of small miracles every day.

I leave the doctor's office and head home to weed my garden.  I talk to my pumpkins, encouraging words to keep them growing. I start riding again, working with my minis and spending time singing with the turkeys and sure enough, bang, I hit my head on a closed upper stall door as I follow the geese outside.

I see stars, sit for a minute. No damage done. I remind myself to be more careful next time. But I’ll forget. I always do.

I get going again. I look at the view from my barn, an incredible view, never the same, changing constantly as clouds roll through, rainbows come and go, seasons change. Mountain Man has promised to finish building my cupola in the barn this year. It will have seating so I can climb into the clouds with some paper, write my thoughts, read a book and look over the mountains. He understands how I feel about this farm. How close I feel to God when I look at His creation.

I take out my inexpensive point and shoot camera. Can’t afford a fancy camera, rather spend the money at Pink Equine if I had it, but we don’t and that’s okay too. And anyway, I wouldn’t be able to figure out how to use a fancy camera. Lenses, f stops, instruction booklets; my mind will blur and I’ll lose patience. No, I’m a point and shoot kind of person. But I do try to capture the vistas for you. Try to put how I feel about our mountain top farm into words. I fall short.

To be honest, I think all the world is a beautiful place and the people who fill my world are beautiful as well. Ask my co-workers where I used to work in a city far away from Vermont before Mountain Man came into my life.

Every morning, I’d come in bubbling over with optimism, full of love for life; for them. I’d tell them how beautiful they were, what a fantastic morning it was.

“Go away.” They would say. “You’re too much to take before coffee.”

And I’d smile and go away, look out my window to the vista that surrounded me, pavement, tall buildings, urban. I’d think about how beautiful a place it was, how fortunate I am and have been.

It’s not about money or possessions you accumulate. It’s about the depth you bring to the experience of living. How you open yourself to new challenges every day, how you confront pain and loss, and how you keep on living, savoring each moment, reaching out to others with an encouraging word, a small act of kindness. It’s about being willing to bang your head, say no big deal, and keep on going.

“Live Your Dreams, Share Your Hearts” is the motto I chose for my Red Pine Mountain blog. It’s my pink philosophy.  I believe we are here for a brief time and we only have this one second in time we can count on. Be kind to each other, encourage each other, savor each moment and thank God every day for all your blessings.

And I do thank God daily as well for the friendships I’ve made from both my Red Pine Mountain blog and my Grit blog. People I might never meet who have taken the time to write to me, to share their thoughts with me, to send me a kind word, to let me know I've made a small difference to them.  You have impacted my life with your comments, your emails, your kindness in ways you will perhaps never know. You are treasures in my life and I thank you.

Mountain Man, Mountain Woman and the ever increasing zoo can always be found at http://redpinemountain.com

mountain woman
8/11/2011 9:19:10 AM

Hi Cindy, I'm actually getting ready to take a break after I do the Flip Video Camera giveaway. Need some time away from the computer. I also adore orange. I think that's why I go overboard with pumpkins every year and fall, with all it's different orange hues, is definitely my favorite season. Orange is a fabulous color and I do have lots of orange in my wardrobe. And, not being careful as to my fashion choices, I do combine orange and pink :-)and I would adore your garden. Optimistic and bright. I can't think of anything better. Thanks as always for visiting me and perhaps, just perhaps, one day, we'll be able to meet and go for a snowshoeing adventure in our woods.


cindy murphy
8/11/2011 7:24:48 AM

Mountain Woman, you've been so prolific with your blog posts here lately, I'm falling behind reading. Keep it up! I always enjoy your insight. I'm an orange person. I probably have more orange in my wardrobe than anyone has a right to, and does anyone really look good in orange? Don't care - I love, love, love it. Bright, enthusiastic, and sort of calm-down-for-goodness-sake. And in a combination that might make many people cringe, most of my gardens are a mix of pinks and oranges. One day, I'll visit your mountain, you'll visit my lake, and we'll sit around discussing the virtues of pink and orange amongst the beauty of it all. Enjoy your day.


mountain woman
8/11/2011 7:00:36 AM

Jean, thank you! Mountain Man is a blue kind of person so the entire house was definitely blue themed. Thanks so much for your kind words.


mountain woman
8/10/2011 12:35:19 PM

Dave, Sometimes I think we find our partners with opposite qualities because the different personalities really compliment each other. You were your wife's calming element as I think I am MMs. I think my attitude comes from a deep rooted faith that all is as it's supposed to be even when I walk through valleys. It's not about being constantly cheerful but instead about having rock solid faith in the beauty of the world. I so appreciate your insights on your comments. They mean a lot to me. I hope when we head to Missouri (delayed this year), we'll be able to meet.


mountain woman
8/10/2011 5:46:51 AM

Jenn, thank you! Caleb, thank you. I can tell you riding is such a thrill. So much fun it's worth all the aches and pains. Thanks for visiting me!


jean teller
8/9/2011 3:33:49 PM

Mountain Woman, I tend more toward blue than pink, so I am continually amazed when someone lives pink. :) Did like Elle Woods tho - good movies! Do take care of your head - ouch! - and I hope the holding-still problem is solved. A friend had to endure something similar. Definitely not fun. I enjoy reading your posts. Have fun on the mountain!


mountain woman
8/9/2011 2:53:38 PM

MBD, Hope you are okay and so sorry you have to have doctors following you. I'm a terrible patient to. No patience to be a patient. Yikes! Thanks so much for visiting me!


nebraska dave
8/9/2011 11:15:30 AM

MW, what an inspirational post. I have always had a positive outlook on life as well. I wouldn't say it was bubbly but things just never seemed to steal the joy of life from me. It was difficult for my late wife to understand that philosophy and many times it was interpreted as a "don't care" attitude. They are totally different. She finally learned to tolerate it but I don't think she ever understood it. It just wasn't in her nature to live life without worrying about something. However, she did say that I was the calming element in her life and she was the reality of life element in mine among many other things. Life has thrown many things at me but the seeing positive in everything that is in the core person that I am has helped me get through it all. You are so right about life not being about money or things. I have come to believe that life is about relationships with family and friends more than anything else. I have found that the measure of a man is about how good his word is and about how moral is lifestyles. The actions of a person speak louder than any promises. Thanks for always sharing an insightful post. Have a great day in the garden.


cregan
8/9/2011 10:41:44 AM

Excellent post, Mountain Woman! You are inspiring, and make me miss riding all at the same time. I'm sure Midnight is almost as happy to have you back as we are lucky to have your thoughts. Thanks for a great post.


jnemec
8/9/2011 10:14:44 AM

Mountain Woman -- Glad that you've made it through the holding still portion -- that had to be very tough. I'm not exactly a morning person, but I'm can be cheerful once I do wake up for people to handle sometimes, and my philosophy is to find the best things that you can in every day. I know that we've appreciated having your voice as a part of things here on the GRIT site. I look forward to your posts! Thanks so much!


muck boot diva
8/9/2011 8:57:17 AM

Boy do I know where you are coming from. I feel like that old Granny with the Butler and pills in the Little Rascal's episode where she takes out the sling shot and puts them to good use. I have a troup of Dr's following me around with "no-no's". (The Diva is NOT a good patient. I am much like the Granny in that episode!!!). So, I do feel for ya MW. Glad yer up on yer feet again! Best. MBD