My Year of Pink What Color Was Yours?
Happy happy 2016, everyone!
Boy oh boy. Who would have thought that a color would have had such an impact on me last year?
When I heard/saw the words “Pink is Everything!” during a meditation last January, I never thought it would be more than a fleeting moment of, well, I don’t know what. But fortunately, I couldn’t get it out of my head.
Note the exclamation point – there was definitely one in my meditation. Whoever was messaging me was emphatic about that.
When meditation or dream messages show up and hang around, you know they mean business.
And color heals. It really does. Pink was healing my heart. I had surrounded myself in pink all year long, without realizing it.
Pink is one of the colors associated with the Heart Chakra (the other being green, the color of Scotland, which also brought me much healing and Joy last year).
My Year of Pink What Color Was Yours?
It wasn’t until the Pink is Everything! message popped up for me that I remembered a healer telling me several years ago “You have so much grief, it’s buried in your bones.” What???
She put an acupuncture needle smack dab in the middle of my heart chakra, releasing a stopped-up river of tears I didn’t even know existed, and then declared “I want you to wear pink. Pink will heal you.” I thought she was crazy. Not anymore.
Something magical happened to me last year and my wish for this year is for everyone to experience what I did.
I was on Allow.
When I mentioned this to someone recently she asked me what I meant by “’being on Allow”. There are numerous books and websites dedicated to this very concept, but for me, it was very simple.
I listened carefully to my intuition (my “little voice”), acted on it when appropriate, and then relaxed into a state of letting my life unfold.
Miraculous things started happening.
The right people began showing up and dreams became realities. I was constantly amazed in 2015.
I think the key was that I didn’t just sit back and expect all good things to land in my lap effortlessly. I acted on my intuition and dreams. I went places and met people. And I spent lots of time in meditation.
My year of Pink culminated in a birthday celebration for myself on December 17th. It was the first time as an adult that I had a birthday party for myself.
When I moved to NYC years ago I was dumbfounded by all of my new friends who threw themselves parties. I’ll admit to thinking it was slightly narcissistic. But now I get it. They were celebrating themselves. And what’s healthier than that?
So, on my 62nd birthday, I totally and unapologetically celebrated myself.
It has been an amazing year for me, on so many levels. Something shifted, and things began to flow for me. My writing, my new website, relationships, my inner and outer world.
My friend, Phaedra (also my fabulous web designer) carried a dozen pink balloons from Manhattan, on the train, in the rain, to my celebration. Pink is Everything!
And for the first time in my life, as I stood there listening to people singing to me, I didn’t want to crawl back into my shell and hide with embarrassment.
I looked around and all I could think was “How did I get so lucky to have such beautiful, fun, loving friends?”
New friends who just effortlessly came into my life, old friends who just keep getting dearer and dearer, and my neighbors at 150 Bay Street who continue to envelop me with their friendship, their creativity, and their sense of community. I HAD to have a party because I’d been invited to so many of theirs. And they just won’t let me hide.
But what has shifted the most is internal. A sense of peace, no matter the chaos or sadness around me. Maybe this comes to everyone with old(er) age. I’m grateful to be in that place.
And at the same time, I can understand how someone in the throes of suffering right now might think this approach to living is impossible. Believe me, like many of us, I’ve had my share of suffering and perhaps it will visit me again. Life is like that.
If you’re reading this and you’re in that place
“May the stars carry your sadness away,
May the flowers fill your heart with beauty,
May hope forever wipe away your tears,
And, above all, may silence make you strong.”
– Chief Dan George
The last line of this beautiful poem resonates the most with me.
Spending time alone, in the stillness, in the silence, has made me stronger than ever before.
Don’t be afraid to take the time to do this. It’s incredibly healing.
When I left one week later on Christmas Eve to visit family in Michigan, all of the pink balloons were miraculously still on the ceiling, hovering over my bed.
When I returned home after another week, I walked in the door and this is what I saw
It was as if someone had come into my apartment and placed a balloon in all the important places. The first balloon I saw was on my desk, inviting me to come and write.
Another one was on my pillow, one on the chair where I like to meditate, and one had drifted onto my beloved cactus that I’d adorned with lights and ornaments. Unpopped.
The rest of them were huddled together on the floor in my little workspace. “Get to work! Start creating!” they seemed to say.
Someone else might just gather them up and toss them. Not me. I love these crazy signs and so my beautiful pink balloons will migrate around my apartment until they shrivel up, reminding me that “Pink is Everything!”
A total irony, by the way. Pink was never a favorite color of mine growing up.
Was a certain color prevalent in your year? If you click here you can read about the chakras and which colors they’re associated with. It might be a fun thing to do this year – like the healer told me to “wear more pink” – surrounding yourself with the color of a weakened chakra might just be the ticket to making it whole again.
I hope that my writing during this new year somehow resonates with you, strikes a chord, or just informs you a little. I will do my best to deliver something worthy of your time.
Wishing you the best year ever!
Much love and gratitude,