A brighter Pinkish Purple.





It’s now a brighter pinkish purple—so bright, I can almost feel a bit of heat coming from it, like sunshine is beaming straight into my eyes.

But there is no sunshine.

There’s no light in the room. There’s no glow in the sky. There are no eyes on my face.

That’s right—I’m totally blind.

And yet, here it is. A radiant, glowing pinkish purple filling my inner world. It’s not just a color—it’s an experience. It shines from inside, with a reddish hue gently edging its way back into view. It’s soft, yet strong. Beautiful, and somehow alive.

No one else can see this color—but to me, it’s so real I can feel it.

Some people say blindness is darkness. But today, it’s pinkish purple. And it’s glorious.

 


Brilliant hot pink, Morning Coffee, and Yellow floaters.


It’s late in the day, but I’ve been up on and off—lingering in bed, eating a late breakfast, and listening to The Right Time by Danielle Steel. And all the while, one thing has stayed with me: a brilliant, almost overwhelming hot pink.

It started this morning, during that sweet ritual my stepdad and I share: the smell of brewing coffee, soft meaningful music in the background, and quiet talks that make the day feel grounded. That’s when the color first appeared, bright and full of energy.

But it didn’t fade like I thought it would.

It just kept getting brighter. Brighter and more intense—so much that I had to put my hands over my eyes, trying to calm it down. But that never works. It’s not the light that most people see. It’s not coming from outside. I’m totally blind. I don’t even have eyes.

And yet, the brightness is real. Too real to ignore.

Eventually, the yellow floaters began to glide through—slowly, gently—like they always do. A surreal dance of color across my inner world. It’s as if my morning emotions got tangled with this internal light show, and now they’re all moving through me at once: the love, the music, the memory of coffee, the beauty of connection… all glowing in shades of hot pink and yellow.

I never expected my blindness to be so full of color.

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  1. SallyeJune 15, 2025 at 11:53 AM

    I understand you. It's truly amazing and fascinating that blindness can have color to it, but yet it's there in my mind and shows as color to me as well. The blackness is often there but so is the color that comes and goes. I never imagined it would be this way when I first became blind. It's such a blessing to still have a feeling of sight even though I know it's not from without but from within.

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    1. Kamala from With In.June 19, 2025 at 1:26 PM

      It is now a burning bright yellow with yellow floaters moving around it to magic. Making it look like dark sparkles flashing very quickly against it. It's been like that all morning during a movie I was listening to, over coffee, over sweet music, and everything else that goes along with it this morning. I laid down to take a nap for a couple of hours, and it was a bright gray. I woke up, it was still a bright gray. Now it's yellow again.

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  2. Pastor Awesome Amazing AliceJune 16, 2025 at 8:25 AM

    Piano Woman, you are such a Gifted story teller. You are Powerful and I am Impressed with you!!! 💪💪💪💪💪💪💪

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    1. Kamala from With In.June 19, 2025 at 1:24 PM

      Thank you so very much for saying that I am gifted. You are a powerful pastor as well and I am impressed with you and very proud of you as well. Thank you for commenting!

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