Tuesday, October 22, 2013

color of change


My favorite colors are attached to seasons. I love the turquoise blue of summer and the stark whites of winter. (I would talk about spring, but I find it schizophrenic and annoying.)  But in reality, fall is the season that often puts transition in perspective. The colors of fall are so helpful in my efforts to see EVERYTHING in my life as a blessing, even the approach of the cold winter months. 

These are clearly transition colors, sent to remind us to let go of one season and embrace the next. How funny that color psychologist will tell us that 
 blues are relaxing and invite us to enjoy the moment..and breathe deeply, while reds and yellows and orange are about moving...high energy...change. How true. The blues of summer help us, no matter how active we are, be present. However the colors of fall invite us to move, to change, to expect a new challenge. 

So maybe these amazing colors are a way of preparing us for 
the long dark nights to come. A message that there is beauty in change. That the colors of our spirit are the most brilliant when in motion...when embracing transition and change. 

This is an amazing gift. Perhaps when we are struggling with new beginnings, which means we are facing endings, our spirit shines brightly, lighting the way through the seemingly dark places. Perhaps when we acknowledge our fears, release our resistance, move beyond our denial, and take just one step forward, we become beacons of color for others to follow. Does the first tree that is courageous enough to turn from green to red call out to the others that it is time to become spectacular? Can we do that same?

No...the dress has not changed color, but it will be on the road again soon, as we approach the change from fall to winter, from light to darkness, and from turquoise to wild fiery spectacular brilliant red.   

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