I went home, got my little scissors and a tote bag, came back, and mindfully I clipped five or six flowers near the bottom, in places the homeowner would not notice. I followed a different path on my way home. Not sure why, but I remember making a conscious choice on that fork in the road. Sure enough, I ran into three or four (could not tell) enormous hydrangea bushes between two homes, spilling over into the street.. I could not resist.

Knowing is not the same thing as what I know. Knowing is what I am attracted to and follow, and what later confirms why I did before I was certain of what I knew. What I know is what I think I am certain of. I am here to share my knowing. With this in mind, welcome to this Rabbit Trail. We all hear the words: perspective is not reality. Clearly. But perspective can be real. Real to that person. So maybe we need to separate the words fact, reality, and perspective instead of

Our ability to communicate and speak is the ultimate power of a human being to put ideas and dreams into being. There is a reason they call it crystal blue persuasion.In yogic and Eastern spiritual traditions, blue is the color of the throat chakra, reigning over communication, self-expression, and creativity. The phrase true blue is as old as the hills because of a high-quality blue cloth made in the Middle Ages that did not fade, making the expression “as true as blue” asso

There are six colors to the rainbow. Then there is indigo. As light hits an object, these rainbow colors hit surfaces all at once, being absorbed and reflected back so our eyes can tell our brains what color we are seeing. Although we are able to see thousands of variations of red, yellow, green, purple, orange, and blue, every color reflection has a primary root in these six. Reflection is what reveals the true nature of color. Especially with indigo, associated with intuiti

Speaking of plenty, no one ever worries about having too much green outside because nature comes in color, and green, associated with the element of air, prosperity, abundance,, and our heart chakra, is the color of life, making good on its promise to keep the world alive.Making air unconditionally abundant for every living creature, great and small.“The force that through the green fuse drives the flower,” as Dylan Thomas once said.

A Color Baggage story on purple, belonging, family memory, and how one color can hold love, loss, history, and the truth we finally learn to see.

Yellow was the color everyone wanted, especially in the Northwest, where skies are gray nine months out of the year. People craved that warm, friendly daylight and were willing to go the extra mile of finding the magical yellow that would do it. Then, just like mauve in the 80s, yellow became a pariah. Today, no one wants yellow walls. So it seems.

It’s not hard to paint a color. It’s hard to paint a feeling.