Lately, the color orange is everywhere in my life. It has been erupting in my artwork and I find myself attracted to this color in the outer life without being conscious of it, until yesterday. On Thursday, I bought some fiery orange roses for my birthday. They sit in my kitchen window sill. They are actually opening up and I've been so pleased, no drooping heads! A framed picture in my living room, given to me by a dear friend, has been crooked for well over a year now. Yesterday, I spontaneously decided to straighten it. As I opened up the frame to straighten the picture, I had an instinctive impulse to change the picture. I went downstairs to my office where I keep unframed art. Without premeditation, I chose a famous painting by one of the Romantic painters, Frederic Leighton, called Flaming June. Do you know it? It is a a reclining woman, with a luxurious, flowing orange dress, resting on her arm. I rehung the framed art, and returned to the kitchen. I caught a glimpse of my fiery, orange roses! I laughed out loud and said to myself - okay, I hear you! Orange is the color of the present!
Something in me is stirring, about to be born again, born anew. I am an artist. I have been neglecting this aspect of myself for too long. Orange is the color of the sacral chakra. The center for joy, creativity and removing inhibitions. I am 53 today. I think it is about time to give birth to a new level of creativity! As my 16 year old daughter would say, "Creativity, get at me!" :))
What are your stories about birth, and rebirth in your inner life? I would love to hear them!