I have a renewed relationship with Yellow.
It started with a ten day journey in and around New England, whose sometimes bleak countrysides which were devoid of color. Driving along the highways I heard yellow as laughter. Yellow was a metaphor for the last five pounds, the final ten minutes of Zumba class ~ those tail end moments when we think we can't stand another moment of grey or peeling dark tree bark or another episode of scraping the ice from the windshield.
Yellow is the life coaching flashlight: it says "I am light, you are light, lets make more light together."
Yellow, I learned, is the easiest color to see. I didn't know that until this renewed love affair with yellow began.
It is a symbol of wisdom, love and happiness. It is optimistic and promotes communication. It activates memory.
I wonder about the connection of my heart to yellow: when I finally had my own room as a little girl, I painted it yellow. When I was a first time Mom, I painted my baby's room yellow, even though I knew she was a girl and pink was a favored color, my baby's room simply had to be yellow.
Yellow is Spring, it is new beginnings, it is the color of warmth, returning. It is that moment when shivering stops, inexplicably and without warning.
Fear finishes its duty and love washes over the skin leaving that unmistakeable warm glow.
In my Senior Year of high school, we wrote comparison and contrast papers. I thought it was the influence of the Interior Design class I was taking that nudged me to compare and contrast the colors yellow and red. Thirty years later, I think it was more the energy within yellow, reaching across time to speak to me today.
yellow blossoms: the sunshine singing Spring's song before the chilled people believe the truth Forsythia: I see in moments of forgiveness reconciliation willingness to love again Yellow blooms open
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