Monday, 1 December 2014

Color Journeys

Color Journeys – A Turquoise Adventure

Wherever I go, I search for beautiful colors.
They jump out at me from all kinds of places. From forests and oceans, infinite open skies and deserts at twilight to local markets full of mysterious fruits and strange vegetables, rich spices and playful people.
Sometimes I search for what I need. The color to calm me down or liven me up, to stimulate my mind or  touch my heart.
I am writing this for you, to give you the color you need.
So, I will begin with turquoise, just because it’s special. It’s a blend. An exotic mixture of emerald green and clear-sky blue.
Are you a turquoise person?
Turquoise people are communicative, well-adjusted and optimistic. They are capable, child-like and dreamy. Turquoise people have awareness. They are calm, introspective and self-reliant. Turquoise people say what they feel and place most of their energies on personal relationships.
When do we need turquoise?
We need turquoise when we are feeling stressed or suffering from tension and anxiety. Turquoise supports us, refreshes and stimulates. Turquoise revives our soul and reconnects us with nature.
So, on my search for turquoise the most beautiful I found on my travels was the deep turquoise of the coral reef lagoons in the Pacific and Indian Ocean.
On a voyage in a small (and I mean tiny) fishing vessel in the vast, open Pacific, the mesmerizing color helps me to ignore the fact that we have no GPS, no mobile phone, possibly not enough diesel, not enough drinking water and no food at all.
‘Oh look, flying fish!’ leaping out of the blue. No land in site. I wonder, how does this nonchalant Fijian fisherman know where he is?
I ask him and he replies with a grin ‘the color of the water’. I nod, as though I understand and it explains everything. We continue, slowly, very slowly. The sun is approaching the horizon.
‘How much longer to the island’? I ask, trying not to look concerned.
‘No worries’ he shouts. ‘Senganalenga.’
Well, OK then. I stare at the colors and they comfort me. Then the engine cuts. Silence.
‘What happened?’ I ask calmly.
‘Oh nothing’ he says, ‘there are Wahloo over there’.
‘Yes Wahloo’ he says. ‘Very good fish – for dinner – we do some fishing’.
‘Ahh’ I sigh. ‘No rush’?
‘No rush’ he answers.
I focus on the turquoise and try to shut out the voice in my head.
They are fishing. They are content. They are totally in the present.
I decide that the best thing for me would be to join them in the now.
So I stare at the blue eternity, watch the sun touch the horizon and smile.
We all need a little healing. We are all a little battered and bruised by life and while we are on this incredible journey we need a little help from the rainbow – it’s a free gift from the never-ending cosmos.

The Last Tree

The Last Tree

I dreamed about a pirate ship
Sailing the turquoise sea
The pirates, wild and crazy women
One of them was me

I looked up at the mast so high
And saw it was a tree
A gentle swaying tree of life
Escaped catastrophe

My instincts whispered “keep it safe,
Nurture, love and feed”
Protect it from all human harm
Sail away from greed

That night I heard a subtle cry
I touched the leafy mast
A seed pod dropped into the ocean
The tree said “that’s my last”

A poem by Maiyan Karidi @ Mystica Art & Design