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Red has a history of ancient rituals
of burial, sacrifice and healing. Red brings to mind fire and the power of transformation. Blue is the color of relaxation, of a clear sky and mountains hue. Blue instills calm, serenity, and peace Perhaps, something unattainable. Yellow is sunshine, bright and warm life-giving shafts of sparkling light. Yellow can mean consciousness, awareness and individuality. Black is darkness, death, and mystery; the undeniable pull of the unknown. Black...the absence of light... the color that makes all colors more vibrant. White, the color of moonlight, milk, and pearls, may suggest a hidden object of beauty. White is a source of inspiration, healing and enlightenment. Green is growing things, the color that feeds us. Orange brings us pumpkins, autumn leaves and a harvest moon. Purple the color of royality and the crocus in spring. Brown...dirt, fertile and rich, and down-to-earth. Pick just one color, when we have such a rich palette? My mandala contains all these colors and more. Without color writing would be without imagination. My words are richer because of color.
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