My Mandala

Without color writing would be without imagination. My words are richer because of color.

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.