As part of a vibrational essence study program I’m involved in, I’ve been working with the color red this month.
I love red. It makes me feel vibrant. And then there’s always something about it that seems a bit like an inside joke, and that makes me laugh. I’m quiet and as likely to be as far away from the spotlight as I can get, and yet there’s no denying the part of me that demands attention-getting red. It wasn’t always this way. In fact, I consider my embracing of red as one of the more obvious manifestations marking a time of spiritual awakening. I wrote a poem about it at the time, and as synchronicity would have it, I stumbled upon it today when I was looking for something in my studio. Seems like a good time to share.
It’s odd how life’s lessons keep coming back
always in different guises, but still the same.
She is calm and steady, the slow-moving dependable
constant of the ocean.
And it’s no wonder –
her birth chart is filled with water.
It is fire that’s missing.
And so the lessons begin.
The gypsy advised all sorts of remedies.
And she took to wearing rubies and garnets,
consuming Chinese herbs and flower essences,
concocting amulets tucked into red bags.
Trying to open her root chakra
with fire visualizations.
Her temperature rose, Her dreams turned warm.
Between the sound of the match striking
and the catching on fire
a second can pass
wherein all the right conditions are met
and everything is changed.
Who can say what spark sets the heart afire?
Are there moments in your path of spiritual awakening stand out for you?