The Restory Retreat Centre

I asked the little boy who cannot see, "And what is colour like?" "Why, green," said he, "Is like the rustle when the wind blows through The forest; running water, that is blue; And red is like a trumpet sound; and pink Is like the smell of roses; and I think That purple must be like a thunderstorm; And yellow is like something soft and warm; And white is a pleasant stillness when you lie And dream." Anon

I simply cannot resist running for my camera as luscious May parades her golden hues wherever I go. The potted lemon and the huge mulberry in my back yard are vying for my attention, each glorious in her own right. In a much loved fruit bowl, some ruby grapefruit (a gift from MaTshepo, the rain harvester who grows them organically and with only rain water as irrigation) glows against the warm wood of the table. At a recent drumming circle (our first) a fire dancer had me trying new settings with my camera, it being quite a challenge to capture the magical mood of the fiery movements. I seem to be soaked in yellow. Happy, sunny Yellow! Which, according to my copy of The healing powers of Chromotherapy (using colours to cure diseases) by Hari Om Gupta, "represents intelligence, wisdom and loyalty. Yellow has been associated with the divine symbols of creation since time immemorial." I'm not too sure what that implies, but it makes me feel happy and hopeful, even thou...