Vivian’s aura is shimmering silver. It radiates calmness and warmth. It is deliberate and thinking, soothing and peaceful.It is a sterling silver aura.
Barbara’s aura is peach.It radiates sweetness and acceptance. It is mystical and loving with all the lightness of being, of princess and kitten, determined and set.
Sue’s aura is blue — Joni Mitchell’s Blue. It is caring, thoughtful, vulnerable and strong. Its waters run deep — lighter blue closer to the shore, darker blue further out. Deep.
Diana’s aura is green and brings to mind the forest, the grasses of summer, the ocean when the sun hits it just right. It is bright and dark, it is at once light and heavy. It is a strong tree and a fragile blade of grass. It is a radiating green.
Mo’s aura is red rock red — the red rock of the Southwest surrounding her as she lightly treads along the sandy trails shimmering in the sun and radiating in the gloaming. It is hard as tacks and soft as sand. It is red rock red.
Maude’s aura is yellow. It is as bright as a hot sun and as inviting as a cheerful kitchen. It draws one closer offering a tan and a glass of lemonade. It is happiness.
Kathleen’s aura is orange, a cross between yellow and red. It is energetic and inviting, bold and bright, funny, cheerful. It creates laughter and joy.
Vita’s aura is cherry bomb red. It is a fire truck rushing down the street, it is the excitement of fireworks, it is a fireball candy in your mouth. It is so hot that when touched on a cold day, it warms the soul. It melts the snow in its path.
Karen’s aura is white — contemplative, knowing, casual, transparent, eager, easy. It is many shades of white — just add a pinch of any color and the aura changes.
Zee’s aura is purple — every possible shade of purple. It is the darkest red, the deepest blue. It is warm and invigorating and flashy and loud and colorful and wise and safe.
This carpet is a compilation of the auras that surround it. As our feet touch the carpet, our auras mix together creating magic every Saturday morning.
Editor's Note: Peggy wrote this beautiful piece on Saturday morning, April 6, 2013. Our sister-writer Laura wasn't in the Circle that day; her presence was felt, but her aura was elusive. And Peggy said she couldn't quite see her own aura, but I think you will get a strong sense of her loving self as you read the ways in which she experienced the group that morning.
