What a powerful reminder. I remember living in the rush of a big city, where everything felt like a blur of grey and movement. Moving to a slower life at the end of the world has been like regaining my sight. Your words about seeing the world's color only when we slow down hit home. It's not that the colors aren't there, it's that we've forgotten how to be still enough to catch them.
Thank you for your comment. When you slow down and see the magic in life, everything hits differently. I regularly commute in London and get wrapped up in the blur of life, so I try to slow down and be more present whenever possible 🌈
My meditation place is inspired from the colour blue. Not only the colour but to a point in time, to a seaside in Cyprus that my father took me to as a boy. The colour of the sea was beautiful then. So the beauty of that colour is intertwined with my memories of my father.
I remember driving to the town in the last place I lived for 20 years, as I approached the town, I drove through a tunnel of dark purple hydrangeas. That made a lasting impression and was probably one of the subconscious decision making reasons for moving there 🪻🪻🪻
I loved reading this. What a way to look at things.
Once you start thinking about how the magic of colour works, it’s hard to not look twice at natures colour differently x
What a powerful reminder. I remember living in the rush of a big city, where everything felt like a blur of grey and movement. Moving to a slower life at the end of the world has been like regaining my sight. Your words about seeing the world's color only when we slow down hit home. It's not that the colors aren't there, it's that we've forgotten how to be still enough to catch them.
Thank you for your comment. When you slow down and see the magic in life, everything hits differently. I regularly commute in London and get wrapped up in the blur of life, so I try to slow down and be more present whenever possible 🌈
Yes. Mindfulness 👁
My meditation place is inspired from the colour blue. Not only the colour but to a point in time, to a seaside in Cyprus that my father took me to as a boy. The colour of the sea was beautiful then. So the beauty of that colour is intertwined with my memories of my father.
I love this 🫶
I remember driving to the town in the last place I lived for 20 years, as I approached the town, I drove through a tunnel of dark purple hydrangeas. That made a lasting impression and was probably one of the subconscious decision making reasons for moving there 🪻🪻🪻
Do we need to think of how colour works or is it not inherent to us?
It makes you appreciate the magic of life 🌈
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