COLOUR MY WORLD

Kermit told us it’s not easy being green, but the witch in the Broadway play Wicked embraced her green skin. At the end of the rainbow we are told we will find a pot of gold after seeing a dazzling array of colors. If we are depressed we are in a blue mood. Nature paints the world with it’s color-wheel. The sun is mellow yellow. The grass is green with buttercups and clover. The sky is blue with billowing white clouds. The oceans are blue or green depending on which coast you live. Flowers appear in a multitude of hues. The months have color and birthstones attached. So do the seasons. February is about hearts and the color red. March about St. Patrick and green. May, June and July are about patriotism and red, white and blue. October and November  are about the changing color of the leaves in reds, yellows and oranges... where pumpkins dot the landscape. December is about holly, ivy, pine and greenery  all wrapped in big red bows. People usually have a color they gravitate towards. I love purple without the Red Hats or Barney. And turquoise is special to me too. (probably because of my love for Native American lore and jewelry.) Most of my clothing nowadays reflects these color preferences.  My hair used to be dark before it turned white and my eyes are black, so purple and turquoise compliment my complexion. But there’s another color in my life that is prevalent too. The color orange and I... go way back. But I really do not know why? I’m not particularly fond of it. Perhaps it was my mothers doing. Maybe it’s a color she liked. Or maybe she asked me what color I preferred as a 2 year old... and because I was eating a tangerine... I said orange. Believe it or not… that color ruled the day as I was growing up. ORANGE was the color of my childhood. My bedroom walls were orange. My bedroom furniture was painted orange. My curtains were orange. I ate ORANGE sherbet. And had ORANGE cake for my birthday. Even when I outgrew my parents house and went out on my own, the color still took a front seat.  I bought an orange mustang that belonged to an actress.  I ate orange scones. I decorate with a zillion pumpkins in the fall. I have a Himalayan Salt Lamp that glows orange at night that comforts me as it’s spreading ions throughout the house. And on and on the list goes. Is this a coincidence? Or deliberate? Orange always seems to pop up like it or not in my world, in some form. How do you color your world? What color speaks to you?