If I told you my favorite color is green, I know I wouldn’t be alone. I read JT’s post and I KNOW I am not alone!
We share a childhood genesis of our love. The color is intertwined with good memories of my dad bringing me home colored sugar balls of candy. The green ones were tart and wonderful. I would eat those first.
Later, I loved the green grass. Verdant and lush. Forests with their saturated greens. I could almost hear the color. Just like the taste of green will always be those little green balls, so, too, is the smell of green. Not the smell of cut grass–I’ve learned that smell is a distress call from the grass. I still love it, but to my relief, that’s not the smell of green– but more a lushness of life. When you stand in the forest and you are all alone and you close your eyes and listen and breath… it’s THAT smell.
I went to Bali last year. As part of my adventure I went to a sound bath. Where practitioners bathe your body in deep soul feeling sounds. Afterwards, I wanted to bring home a memento of the Pyramids of Chi. I, of course, picked a pyramid. And wouldn’t you know it, I picked the green one, with an elephant embedded within alone with a huge red jewel. What isn’t as clear when you first look at the green pyramid filled with treasure, is it also has a green stone. Not emerald, although I love that stone. Too much! But with amazonite. Google tells me: “It blocks geopathic stress, absorbs microwaves and cell phone emanations, and protects against electromagnetic pollution.”
Not only is green bringing me sensory joy, but now green is protecting me from the damage of modern technological life. Pretty fabulous for a color. No?