Writing Through Loss – Week 3

It is that time of the week again. To be honest I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to do this one on time. I got a sickness bug (yuk) and then my eldest caught it too (double yuk). But he seems to be settled, after cuddles and Monsters Inc, so I can get on with Task 3…

First of all, a HUGE thank you to everyone who has shared and joined in so far. I am reading and trying to share every post that uses the hashtag. It has been such a privilege to learn more about you all and to read your writing.

Task 3…

This week, I have several prompts for you to follow. You can complete this in anyway you would like. You can present it anyway you’d like.

We are looking at colour. Give yourself a few quite moments to sit and think about the prompts…

· Have a think about your day today and how you are feeling

· Pick a colour that represents your feelings

· Next write about that colour and all the associations you have with it

· Does the colour make you think of taste? How does it feel? What does it sound like? How does it move? Does it conjure any memories? Does it have a scent? Does it have a sound?

Be a free as you like with this. Go with how you are feeling today. Be abstract, be literal or however you feel. Be as open as you feel comfortable with. If you would prefer to just email your writing to me then the email is writingthroughloss@gmail.com but please state if I can share or not.

My task 3 is…

Today my feelings would be represented by a dusky, pinky purple colour with a slight warm glow to it. It is the same colour as that Eilys’ sensory room was painted. Her sensory room was actually her bedroom but we thought she better stay in our room with us so we could keep an eye on her. We still wanted her to have her own space, her own room, it seemed like a rite of passage that she shouldn’t be denied. We spent most of new years eve 2015 painting her room, we were both up passed midnight trying to get it done. Her only new years eve. She woke up bang on midnight and we watched the fireworks together. Then Eilys fell asleep and we went back to decorating. Her room was such a warm, lovely colour and it is such a calming colour too.

If this colour had a taste it would be marshmallow ice cream from the Ice Cream Farm in Cheshire. We took her there as part of Dylan’s birthday celebrations and she smashed through a whole huge scoop of it, smiling the whole time. If this colour had a sound it would be a music box version of “Oh Suzanna” like the beautiful wind up bunny Eilys was given by her Great Granny  but it would occasionally make the sound of the swish of a magic wand.  This colour would feel like Eilys’ skin, warm and smooth and squishable. This colour would move gently, with slightly jerky movements like Eilys did when she was softly hitting me in the face or carefully grasping onto her toys. This colour would smell like vanilla birthday cake, like Eilys did due to her pedisure milk that we fed her through her nasogastric tube.

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