My Color Purple Story

One of my very favorite movies that I haven’t reseen in a long time, The Color Purple, has one of my favorite scenes of all time. I’ve mentioned this before but here I go again. Oprah Winfrey’s character Sophia Butler was spirited. After she is struck down and jailed for her spirit, she’s deformed and in the service of a neurotic white woman named Miss Millie who is loathable.

In this scene, Sophia gets to go see her family again and she drives herself there with Miss Millie in Miss Millie’s car. She arrives and is overjoyed and ready to get out and visit and hold and love on her loved ones. But Miss Millie can’t drive the car away. She gets upset by the happy children jumping about for Sophia and grinds the gears. And melts down.

Fiona and the purple asters on

And just that quickly, Millie has to get back in the driver’s seat of the car and take care of Miss Millie like she’s a child. It’s the most heart wrenching scene. This is the scene I think of when I attempt to create and be in my happy zone only to be ripped from my train of thought and interrupted by a two-year old.

This is exactly why I don’t usually attempt to do anything. But as I said that first day of the challenge, a little bit is better than nada. Because there’s just nothing else to choose. Choosing to not create is unacceptable. Or should I say, choosing to not create in the craft room because Fiona is there isn’t reason enough.

And maybe the next time I will just be a bad Mama and put her in front of the Television. Duh.

I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.
Alice Walker,
The Color Purple

Wanna see the whole month of posts? Start here.Yesterday’s post? Go here.

If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.