caribbean blue . . .

. . . is the color of my true new room . . .
Ok, so it’s a bit of a stretch as a reference. But, all the same, it has been the phrase running through my mind today. Mainly this is due to the fact that I am intrigued at my current love of bright, caribbean-style decor. For someone prone to spare decor in shades of calm neutrals, this is an interesting personal shift that has come about during my recent move.
And so it is that after a day and a half of fluttering about in a home-making flurry of shifting furniture, changing bed linens, and swapping curtains, I have ended up with a brilliantly “Caribbean blue” bedroom. Along the same lines, the bathroom is largely coral-hued, the extra bedroom sea-green and, well, you get the picture.
What this signifies to my analytically contemplative musings is that this place is exactly where I should be at this point in the meandering path that my life has been. As such, I am ready to morph into Caymanian life, gladly accepting the differences as they come. Such is my hope, at least–my prayer. May I embrace this new culture, love the youth entrusted to me, and live in all God-graced fullness.