Feng Shui & the Importance of Colour
Don’t Let Rainy Days and Monday’s Get You Down
I’m a little fired up! Anyone who knows me knows I’m passionate about most things. Very seldom am I passive. I believe passion is what makes the world go around, from an inspiring thought, works of art such as the wings on a butterfly, the metallic gold leaf on a hummingbird’s belly to the staccato beat of rain against the window. There’s a romantic sense of bewilderment if we should take the time to reflect how the world around us contributes to our state of mind and physical health.
Nature’s full of living colour; vibrant, fresh, dreamy, warm, it induces a sigh of awe-inspiring emotions and memories. One second in time can have us back to the age of 7, the crisp pungent aroma of poplar bark and fertile earth emanating our aura as we lay crumpled in a palette of leaves, contemplating on the shifting gauzmere formations in the sky. Our future limitless, our destination slight glimmers somewhere on the horizon as our only concerns were with the moment and the magic of endless potential.
We’ve protested against our parent’s rules, political views, struggled against peer pressure while in spite of our own free will fall for the latest greatest designer trends and home dec fads. Proud to stand in a land north strong and free, comparing our wide open spaces to those of the eastern world where hundreds and thousands live in concrete jungles of grafted cubical apartments and where tailored suits fall like soldiers on the path to success. How have we done any better? Are we living the dream?
Yeh, we have space, time and money the freedom to choose where to live, work and play. We’ve given up the North American dream of individuality to investing in a chain of mass-produced cookie cutter construction. The sad thing is that our children’s grade school gingerbread houses hold more colour and flavor than the muddied taupe on taupe, gray on glum walls of the fashionable new millennium houses of the day where every room is a mirror image of the other and every home is a carbon copy.
Where is the colour?
Where did the spirit of the home go?
Why are we as a society choosing to settle in dwellings that grand theft auto will have us sentenced to?
Where’s the life?
I’m not the only one desiring to throw a pebble into this mirage, even Sarah Richardson in her new season on HGTV Canada is venturing forth into suburbia to transform the cardboard box into something vibrant and full of life. Many of our home magazines and newspapers are featuring stunning cover shots of what appears to be the same four pillars. Even refurbished and renovated “character homes” are falling into the same gloomy weather forecast, “low participation with a risk of depression and SAD Seasonal Affective Disorder.”
A little colour makes all the difference. As an Internationally Certified Feng Shui Consultant please let me give you the best free advice money can buy. Bring colour home. You don’t have to paint the walls to raise both your environmental and personal Ch’i, you can infuse passion and life through accessories, accents, artwork, living plants, flower arrangements and water features.
Refrain from hanging black and white photos on gray walls. Rainy Days and Mondays will always get you down. If you don’t believe me, think I’m a little wacky, do a little experiment for yourself. Monitor your moods. Reflect on your health stats since making your big purchase or tearing down walls. How many of us as little girls romanced ideas of being swept away by prince charming “to our castles in the sky” only to realize that in every fairy tale there’s a dungeon of despair and only bears, spiders, snakes and small rodents were meant to live in still, dark and hard places.
If you hear yourself say “I feel stuck.” Think mucky colours. If you’ve bottomed out and are having digestive disorders, you got it…..think… rabbit hole. If you feel you’re back is against a rock and hard place think granite and concrete. If you’re feeling cold and lonely look for the sun it will shine some light as to where to call…
