A Celebration of Color

IMG_3782 For years the color orange made me cringe; I’d have to look the other way. Until one day I saw orange as if it had just been born; apparently, I’d been asleep to it before. Weird orange blinders had covered my eyes from the truth of its beauty for so many years.


That color has a persuasive depth I’d never given it credit for, one that harmonizes. Even in a slip of paper caught in a chain-link fence beside some orange berries.

Though I’d loved marigolds for years, it had been for their smell and shape, but at last I love them also for their uncompromised color. Orange doesn’t apologize; it doesn’t say, “I’ll just fade into the background” like certain shades of blue, green or yellow do, and I like that. Red, too, is an unapologetic color. Is that why I wear it on my lips, so I’m less likely to apologize for what I say? Maybe. IMG_3775

Walking alone in Berkeley the other morning after an event for Step into Nature, after a good night’s sleep, colors sort of jumped at me—in a good way. I was seeing afresh. It’s good for the eyes’ soul to be in the unfamiliar, to get jolted into seeing. And color is what I saw.

Here’s to the range of color in spring. Even after spring’s first flush is over, now that we’re in the middle of May, even in California where some claim we have no seasons (though they’re wrong), damn, the season’s bursting colors are everywhere. Once you see something it’s likely you’ll see something else. That’s what’s happened to me. Here begins an occasional color series.

IMG_3793If you go out for a walk this weekend, notice at the color lifting itself to your eyes. Is there something you want to say back, something in the ordinary, everyday beauty that is this planet that you want to celebrate? Might it be orange?

5 thoughts on “A Celebration of Color

  1. What a lovely post. I was taught by psychics and by my Quaker therapist to fill myself with orange and gold to feel my own true worth. Very grateful to the color, Orange.

  2. Dear Patrice, it was so good to see and hear you last night up at East West bookstore. I wasn’t able to take the workshop, but plan on checking your calendar to see if there is something I might attend.
    FYI, I was so awakened by your talk, that I went back to my notebook and read over some of my pieces from your class. I am retiring next month and really hope you teach another class that I can be part of.
    I love your blog, and very happy that you are holding retreats and workshops. Yeah!!
    Also, Orange reminded me of a piece I wrote in your class – “Blue”
    black-blue, dark as night,
    robin’s egg blue – pale and fragile
    On the brink, about to break through, ‘off into the wild blue yonder’. . . .
    Here’s to color and imagination and your gift as a teacher.
    Thank you for sharing, Trudy

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