28 October 2008

Shapely: Conversing on Personality

Matthias says he associates people with colors.

We all promptly desire to know what colors we happen to be. Autumn Grace is yellow, Elizabeth Joy is red. Elizabeth Joy takes a moment to ponder this, being fairly particular about her shades of red.

Numbers and notes are also, by some among us, associated with color.

Emily Rose, little knowing what depths of conversation this will bring to the table, says that when she thinks of people, she thinks of shapes and colors. When she thinks of me, she thinks of a circle.

"Oh!" I gasp. "How did you know? There's a personality indicator based on shapes, and I've been deciding between the circle and the squiggle. I think the circle is stronger than the squiggle."

All of us around the table are combinations of circles and squiggles, some with the circle first and some with the squiggle first. We doubt if squares and triangles would find our ensuing conversation quite as fascinating as we do, but we continue on anyway.

We have a roughly circlish mountain lake met and surrounded by a gently squiggling mountain trail. We have a roundish wreath woven of gently squiggling grape vines. We have a squigglish mountain-range horizon just below an almost-setting sun.

The conversation winds around, between bites of food and family-style worship, and we talk of many things. Inevitably, the conversation returns to color.

"If you picture other people as colors, what color are you?"

Oh! What a thought!

Next day, Emily Rose tells me that like Matthias says, it's hard to nail down people's color when you're with them. She has changed her mind about me. I am not so much a comfortable fall green as a gentle, but deep and vibrant with lots of ozone, sky blue.

"How did you know?" I ask. "That is my favorite color."


To learn more about personality by shape, visit http://www.psychometricshapes.co.uk/box.php

02 October 2008

Counting Them

460. Full morning moon
461. Just enough strength
463. Eyes that wash themselves (after contact with garlic-stained hands)
464. Over-protective smoke detector
466. Clean house for Sabbath, accomplished during two hours of phone chatter with a close (but far) friend.
468. Phone call to Dad
470. Slow Sunday, time to practice piano
471. Girls' weekend trip
474. Work to do
475. Massage therapy
477. Walk to and from the bank in sunshine
478. Sliver moon
482. Plenty of cucumbers to give away
483. Friend's baby on the way
488. Outdoors
489. Friends who know me well
490. Learning to draw
498. Basket of tomatoes
503. Pink morning sky
504. Vigorous morning walk, with less pain in the foot, hip, and knee
509. An abundance of lotion
510. Prayer meeting
511. New friendships

Here I am, more than half way to a thousand. Something tells me I won't stop there...