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and the Art of Slowing it Down
The Breaking Point
December 26, 2012Posted by on
I may have told you, my color is purple but I wore blue. I could always tell the magic moment that I was in-over-my-head-manic. I wore blue… ALL blue. I wore blue jeans (often commando), a blue BR short sleeve t-shirt with a bamboo print on it, occasionally a thin fuzzy blue sweater, pending the season, & a blue agate from Argentina. Too boot – my eyes are like chameleon’s they change color according to what I am wearing: blue or green… in this case BLUE.
After a quick search on the Internet: “Blue is seen as trustworthy, dependable and committed. The color of sky and the ocean, blue is perceived as a constant in our lives. As the collective color of the spirit, it invokes rest and can cause the body to produce chemicals that are calming…” Ritualistically I dressed in blue when I was at my limit and desperate to find tranquility. Intuitively I knew to wear blue… maybe because I am Catholic? The Virgin Mary is always depicted in blue. Or maybe because I am trained in Design?! The use of water is traditionally calming…
How much of this was clear in my head then is unknown today but I did know blue is the color of the throat chakra and the throat chakra is connected with speech. When I wore blue, I was ready; I was ready to speak. It was a sign to my ‘audience’ that I had the courage to go public. It was also a sign to the Democrats that they had won me over?!
Not unlike the Virgin Mary, I too felt “let it be done to me according to thy Word” – I felt that I wasn’t in control nor knew what was best for me; I wanted to be saved. After all my hard work, I wanted to get to the light at the end of the tunnel!