Purple Sparks

freya, in her excellent blog, recently posted the following:

" . . . I subscribe to several sites that do writing prompts of either words or longer ideas, questions, etc. Today's writing prompt - "write about the color of hunger"

freya goes on to write about what the color of hunger is, for her -- and as always, she writes really well about sex and desire. The woman could probably wirte a grocery list that would be thrillingly erotic. (Not a challenge, freya, but feel free to try LOL.)

And that phrase got Me thinking on what the color of hunger is for Me -- and it didn't take long for the answer to emerge.

Hunger is purple. Not a wimpy, pinky purple, but a deep rich involving purple. Purple is the color of sacrifice. It oozes out out of My girls like purple blood -- it isn't sexual, per se, although desire is a big part of it. It's the hunger of them to serve, to please, to be and to do and to give everything to Me, to sacrifice. And it shines and shimmers in Me, when I feel it from them, it ignites the magic between us and everything is filled with purple sparks; the air crackles with the force of it when I reach inside that purple mass and rip out everything I want. And the softer purple glow that fills everything in the aftermath . . . the low humm where contentment at having served (and having been served) well mixed with the knowledge that there is always more to be taken (and to take).

Thanks, freya, for a wonderful inspiration today.