I know how hard it is to drag oneself out of the cocoon of grey safety = and brave bravo you to put on your best effort, your yellow scarf as a flag of joy - and please know, please remember that there is a whole fleet of ones who believe in you, admire you and celebrate the arrival of your words you. I'm excited to know what's next in this color, word experimental adventure.
I really appreciate you putting into word how you feel and how your emotions can/are expressed through color. I'm amazed you put pen in hand and write despite your fight with 'fog'. I am very color oriented and my mood is often dependent on the color of the atmosphere around me. I live in the forests of the mountains of WNC. A wonderful environment and land to steward. However, somedays when the clouds are at my elevation, placing me in perpetual moving/flowing fog day and night, I struggle to determine if my mood is what it is because I'm engulfed in the clouds and fog or if my mood has always been my underlying emotional state of being and this fog is simply allowing me to let it out and become one with my environment.
What lovely comments from everyone. We are all here because we love colour and know what a huge effect it has on us. Where I live one of the first colours to appear in the depths of winter (Australian temperate) are the Wattle trees and bushes . Also known as acacia and mimosas. Their bright shiny fluffy yellow flowers sing out and really help to dispel the gloom .
The leaves and flowers happen to make a beautiful radiant yellow. I use the plants as part of my dye practice. Never having been someone to wear yellow ( a colour people seem to shy away from) I now find it possibly the most wonderful and uplifting to be in.
My nephew told me recently that his favourite colour was red because fire engines are red and love is red.
Ben (my nephew) would have admired your scarf . All about perspectives.
Thank you for The Colour...good to be reminded of Thom Gunn, great poet.
i wasn’t there nor do i know you but i am glad you wore the yellow scarf. color matters. and sometimes everything is grey. grey can be beautiful too. but sometimes its darn hard to see that, i know. i live in a place that gets quite foggy and i love the sunshine and i have my own inner fog patterns to contend with. best to you. i still feel wonder when i look at your ink book, thanks for that.
I’m glad you wore the yellow scarf. This is a season of struggle. I believe in you. I found the fog comforting - I’ve got to launch my book on 17th Nov and I’ve had a blackout worthy migraine for ten days. It’s all the human interacting I have to do plus that big party looming. Hence the fog of pain. I was kind of happy to be wrapped in a real fog, I felt like nature was saying there there, I’ll blanket you with my gray kindness and help you disappear, which I needed. I’m just settling into the pain for now. Anyway, thank you for this as always. And today’s painful too so I’m probably not making much sense!
I know how hard it is to drag oneself out of the cocoon of grey safety = and brave bravo you to put on your best effort, your yellow scarf as a flag of joy - and please know, please remember that there is a whole fleet of ones who believe in you, admire you and celebrate the arrival of your words you. I'm excited to know what's next in this color, word experimental adventure.
I really appreciate you putting into word how you feel and how your emotions can/are expressed through color. I'm amazed you put pen in hand and write despite your fight with 'fog'. I am very color oriented and my mood is often dependent on the color of the atmosphere around me. I live in the forests of the mountains of WNC. A wonderful environment and land to steward. However, somedays when the clouds are at my elevation, placing me in perpetual moving/flowing fog day and night, I struggle to determine if my mood is what it is because I'm engulfed in the clouds and fog or if my mood has always been my underlying emotional state of being and this fog is simply allowing me to let it out and become one with my environment.
Yellow, is the best. Except for grey. Wallow in it.
What lovely comments from everyone. We are all here because we love colour and know what a huge effect it has on us. Where I live one of the first colours to appear in the depths of winter (Australian temperate) are the Wattle trees and bushes . Also known as acacia and mimosas. Their bright shiny fluffy yellow flowers sing out and really help to dispel the gloom .
The leaves and flowers happen to make a beautiful radiant yellow. I use the plants as part of my dye practice. Never having been someone to wear yellow ( a colour people seem to shy away from) I now find it possibly the most wonderful and uplifting to be in.
My nephew told me recently that his favourite colour was red because fire engines are red and love is red.
Ben (my nephew) would have admired your scarf . All about perspectives.
Thank you for The Colour...good to be reminded of Thom Gunn, great poet.
i wasn’t there nor do i know you but i am glad you wore the yellow scarf. color matters. and sometimes everything is grey. grey can be beautiful too. but sometimes its darn hard to see that, i know. i live in a place that gets quite foggy and i love the sunshine and i have my own inner fog patterns to contend with. best to you. i still feel wonder when i look at your ink book, thanks for that.
yes to the scarf. and yes to you and bravery and all you're doing, including naming the gray.
I’m glad you wore the yellow scarf. This is a season of struggle. I believe in you. I found the fog comforting - I’ve got to launch my book on 17th Nov and I’ve had a blackout worthy migraine for ten days. It’s all the human interacting I have to do plus that big party looming. Hence the fog of pain. I was kind of happy to be wrapped in a real fog, I felt like nature was saying there there, I’ll blanket you with my gray kindness and help you disappear, which I needed. I’m just settling into the pain for now. Anyway, thank you for this as always. And today’s painful too so I’m probably not making much sense!
How I wish I could have been there with your yellow scarf. Long illness for both of us too with severe brain fog. Can’t wait to read Utopia.