I was taken by suprise today as I looked around. Some kind of bubble gum pink explosion seemed to have leaked into all the corners of my home! Ghastly, gooey pink, everywhere.
I'm just not a pink kind of girl, I don't think I could find a single shade of it in my closet. And yet on this freezing, cloudy, overcast day it seemed to infiltrate my surroundings.
While browsing thru the aisles of Half Priced Books, Color Magic for Beginners by Richard Webster caught my eye. His hypothesis of life colors, soul colors, chakra colors, and the healing power of color in our lives is fascinating me as an artist. I've become more present to the colors surrounding me because of it the past few days.
And, pink. Of all the colors, is on my nails and my lips. It's in the salmon and strawberries in the fridge. On my blow dryer and in my hot bubble bath!
There are things that are unexpected in life, and most the time the significance of these events can be overlooked. But as humans we respond to such events. Sometimes, we search to find answers and cures and meaning.
The unexpected: cold, chapped lips in Austin, TX.
My response: Baby Lips by Maybelline.
My best friend back home in Denver had a stash of Baby Lips. It made me happy to remember her and the times she'd pass it over to me when our chapped lips were the only thing interfering with our girly banter.
So I found myself at Target, flipping thru the colors until I swiped up my shade! In the car I ripped open the package, popped the top off and felt the soothing effects of eucalyptus and menthol healing my lips. In the rearview mirror, the color mimicked my favorite MAC lipgloss, Angel!
And then I scanned over the packaging, Pink Me Up, was the color I chose. Haha, of all colors, it would be. I grabbed my book and tried to decifer the meaning of pink.
"Pink is nurturing and loving. It is gentle, compassionate, self-sacrificing, and giving. It relates to femininity and innocence. It is a positive and cheerful color, which is why we describe a happy person as being (in the pink/ tickled pink)."
I assume, somewhere under the layers of sweaters and the cloudy atmosphere, my feminine, bubbly nature was trying to surface.
So I went back in my mind and made an effort to detect my pink contempt. Somewhere along the way I found Barbie. Words like "plastic, fake, unrealistic, etc ..." flooded my mind.
But maybe Barbie had something right. Maybe despite all else, she proudly held her femininity and nurtured the goddess within her. Try this yoga flow if you are ever feeling cloudy this winter:
And just maybe, pick up a tube of "pink me up!"