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Why Am I Drawn to This Colour Over and Over?
Colour Therapy says you attract what you need
I haven’t found myself eating my favourite colour yet, but it has come close, so I hope that the people with those jackets aren’t around, or I would have to join Liberty Forrest, Author, in that special room.
I am drawn to this colour over and over.
And I don’t fully know why yet.
This favourite colour is calming, perhaps a bit dreamy, and certainly oozing with kindness.
It conjures up images of femininity.
Yes, you’ve guessed it. PINK.
And I’m not sorry for falling in love with PINK. So, no apology from me. Except to my daughters, who suffered my pink fascination as I dressed them in pink pretty dresses, or leggings with pretty pink tops. Oh, how they hated it, and guess what? They cannot stand pink and now both refuse to wear anything with pink. Oh, the indignation!!
Pink is a colour that has always drawn me from as far back as I can remember. When buying clothes, if it has a bit of pink in it then I am sold. My daughters try to steer me away from the clothes rail with yet more pink and try to encourage me to try new colours. But I just can’t seem to do it, I don’t know why.
My sister has also tried to join them in this quest, she bought me a beautiful scarf once and all I could say was “It’s green. Why green?” She told me it is the colour of nature and that it would make me feel new and fresh. But every time I tried to wear it, I couldn’t help but think, “It is not pink.”
On the mornings when I feel a bit down, I get out my brightest pink top; it never fails to lift me and makes me feel on top.
When I married for the second time, I wore pink. I know! I couldn’t help myself I had already had the white gown, so why not pink?
But there are some things which even I have drawn the line at when it comes to pink. Like the bright pink house I saw once, it just didn’t fit in on the street.
Pink bathroom, hmm I think not. Or even a pink car — though I’m still dithering on the latter, it would have to be a subtle metallic kinda pink.
My fallback colours are lilacs and purple, I think they are still quite close to pink. Spirituality may be at play here, as to why I am drawn to these colours but who am I to question those forces that are around us?
In Suzy Chiazzari’s book, “The Complete Book of Colour” she talks of finding meaning in your soul colours.
“the colours we are attracted to over long periods of time are linked to our personality type, our strengths, and weaknesses, as well as indicating our potential in life.”
This book tells me that pink as my soul colour means the following things:
“You have an affectionate, loving nature, which makes you sympathetic and understanding”. I think this one reflects my personality, it has led me to the work that I do.
But it is not all positive and continues to say, “You may lack willpower and show weakness when you cannot control affairs of the heart.” Maybe that is why I have remained single after losing my first husband and then separating from my second or maybe it was that pink.
The final thing I took from this book was, “You must learn to accept and love yourself.” This reminds us that at the root of all we do is simply ourselves. I found this statement fitting with the piece I recently wrote about self-love.
This leads me on to this kaleidoscope of a piece “Why We Are Affected by Colours” by Libby Shively McAvoy. She says this about colour:
“it is important to feel a full spectrum and to allow them to flow freely through us”.
We shared our views and I told her that I find myself drawn to the same colour all the time, so I wondered why and what I am trying to repress by not wanting other colours. Her kind advice was to “Just be aware” and that maybe I will be more open to changing things up, maybe not, but either way, the world is a colourful place.
That's so true, colour also heightens the other senses. The one I would not want to be without is sight because just imagine not being able to savour all the PINK around us. What a sad world that would be for me, I think.
Before I go, something told me to share this lovely story. I tried to tell my intuition to shut up but it wouldn’t let it go, so I’m trying to take more note of the messages it sends me after reading Vidya Sury, Collecting Smiles“How Listening To My Intuition Changed My Life.”
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