One of the comments I received from my last blog told me about the healing effect of color as it is used in Qi Gong. I love the pink or red for the heart - our ancestors must have known things we don't because that has always been the color of valentines and hearts. (And you thought we knew everything with our twentyfour hour news cycle and internet!)
Green is the color for the liver - we can't live without this organ - that's certain. I wonder why green used to be the color for jealousy but now - not so much so. So I'm thinking about how green makes me feel.
Years ago we used to go to Ireland in the spring and early summer. If you've ever been to that island you know there are over a hundred shades of green. Small patches of color make up a quilt of the landscape but they are all in green. Even the sky has a greenish tinge to it. What a rest for the eyes! And how peaceful.
So did the Irish landowners rest in all that peaceful color? They didn't - their homes were painted in the brightest shades of pink and violet. Their doors were bright red and cobalt blue. There must be a moral somewhere but it escapes me at present.
I only know that when I see that bright "permanent yellow green" in Iowa fields in early summer, I rejoice and am glad this is where I was planted.
Green is the color for the liver - we can't live without this organ - that's certain. I wonder why green used to be the color for jealousy but now - not so much so. So I'm thinking about how green makes me feel.
Years ago we used to go to Ireland in the spring and early summer. If you've ever been to that island you know there are over a hundred shades of green. Small patches of color make up a quilt of the landscape but they are all in green. Even the sky has a greenish tinge to it. What a rest for the eyes! And how peaceful.
So did the Irish landowners rest in all that peaceful color? They didn't - their homes were painted in the brightest shades of pink and violet. Their doors were bright red and cobalt blue. There must be a moral somewhere but it escapes me at present.
I only know that when I see that bright "permanent yellow green" in Iowa fields in early summer, I rejoice and am glad this is where I was planted.