When starting on a journey into colour nearly twenty years ago it was impossible to imagine where it would all lead. Experiences as a stage manager and then a writer in television prepared me in one way. As a colour teacher, a charity helper, a marriage registrar and a video maker all added to the experience and prepared one for another.
For the people once met and teachers who support and inspire, my heartfelt thanks.
Now offering help to others to discover their true selves through colour consultation, writing and as a celebrant, creating happy ceremonies or helping support families who have lost loved ones, all qualifications and experience has been grounded.
The Colourcafe is finally open – make mine a soya cappuccino.
It’s only true if it’s true for you
It seems essential to encourage all at this time to take time to look inside to whatever you call god for “transformation” rather than always outside for “information”. Check out the “Thought for the day” on one of my favourite sites. Maybe look at it and then ask inside, is this true and helpful for me? http://www.radiosai.org/pages/thought.asp
If you are inspired, write or suggest your own and send them in – why not! If they are positive, uplifting and inspire you, they might inspire someone else.
Colourful Ramblings
Writing is fun and freeing. It helps us to understand and appreciate what going on inside. Poetry in particular is a wonderful outlet for inspiration. This poem was written during a time of confusion but writing it helped to restore clarity.
Insight Out
One day the blue became the sun
The sun became the sky
The earth turned purple shades of pink
Confused? yes so was I
Then temptation urged to look without
And judge with others sight
These others who knew more than me
More than you? That’s right
I forgot to ask my teacher friend
My little voice inside
Instead I phoned the astro-line
For tips to soothe and guide
But nothing helped to quell my fears
Of change and change about
The day the blue became the sun
My God within went out
As time raced by the colours changed
And then they changed once more
Hope drifted further into dread
Of what? It had no core
Confused, abandoned by the world
No sense that I could find
Of why the blue should be untrue
And rock my piece of mind
At last I turned and talked with God
My teacher friend with clout
And he explained it all to me
Seek insights in not out!