I do love the theater of my dreams. This morning I woke to the memory of a comedy wherein Robert Vaughn was reprising his role as the Man from U.N.C.L.E. but from his current-age perspective. We were going back to the old but bringing our current wisdom with us, and so we got to stop at various point mid-stream and discuss why we were doing certain things. There were lot of do-overs and endless costume changes, with each costume evolving into something more gloriously elaborate and colorful. It was bit disappointing when I realized my waking-life closet didn’t contain the wonders my dreaming closet did.
Nevertheless I woke up thinking about color. I know other places are awash in spring-time color, but we’re still ensconced in the brown/grays of winter dormancy. But I can almost hear the colors underground pushing their way through to slowly defrosting soil. Riotous color is on its way – it just hasn’t quite arrived yet.
But that got me thinking about Holi – that wonderful Indian festival of colors. It just so happens it’s celebrated tomorrow, the day of the full moon. Don’t you love seeing pictures of people covered in color – it such a fun thing!
The annual 5K color runs bring in the same spirit of color exuberance. While I haven’t participated in any, it makes my heart happy thinking about them. Isn’t this a great photo of color craziness? If you don’t know about the races, or want to check out if there’s one near you, or if you just want to see some fun videos, check out the official site.
But if Holi celebrations or color runs aren’t in your future, that doesn’t mean you can’t whole-heartedly embrace color in other ways.
I love Rumi’s admonishment:
Become earth, you may grow flowers of many colors.
And because today is Tuesday and that means Artsyville’s weekly Glue-It invitation, I pulled some colored scraps and pasted them in a journal. I’ve got the result posted at the top. As is often the case, I have writing tucked inside the yellow pocket and behind the plant “person.” The fortune is from today’s lunch and it made me laugh. It reads: “A mentor is someone whose hindsight can become your foresight.” Cookie confirmation of my dream.
So tell me, are you hearing the call of color? If you were a color what would you be? Are you finding new ways to paint your world? Do you have a colorful story to share? A favorite color crayon or delightful color name? Do share, I’d love to hear.