Yellow

“I understand how scarlet can differ from crimson because I know that the smell of an orange is not the smell of a grapefruit…Without color or its equivalent, life to me would be dark, barren, a vast blackness…Therefore, I habitually think of things as colored and resonant. Habit accounts for part.  The soul sense accounts for another part.  The brain with its five-sensed construction asserts its right and accounts for the rest.  The unity of the world demands that color be kept in it whether I have cognizance of it or not.  Rather than be shut out, I take part in it by discussing it, happy in the happiness of those near me who gaze at the lovely hues of the sunset or the rainbow.”
[Helen Keller, The World I Live In, 1908]

…humdinger.

I picked daffodils this morning
because their yellow hues made my soul sing.
I wanted even more sunshine in my home,
more light for my eyes,
more color.

What hue is twanging your heartstrings today?

Color Therapy

It’s a dreary spring day here.  
In the past hour we’ve had offerings of snow, rain and sleet from a dark sky.
I found myself craving color for a soul lift and heart drift.
It felt so good, my color therapy, I thought I’d give you a brief but thorough clinic on 
how to approach a sullen spring day:
1.  Surround yourself with color.
2. Without restraint, liberally soak in the charismatic chromamatic saturates.
3.  Breath deep.
4.  Feel bright.
5.  Repeat as often as necessary.