Week 3- Red

I don't think I purposely avoided the color 'red' this week, and I wasn't more busy than I usually am....but I just didn't get around to being in the 'red'.  I perused older photos, looked at a red painting I did several years ago, and looked at old notes.

In a way...red seems to be ancient, something of a far distant past and yet it is also the heat of right here and now.   This color wants to move boldly.  Like the ancient drum, red can hold the beat of time for all other creative rhythms to come in and go out while its steadfast consistent pulse allows the primal releasing for all things to be born.

It is unhurried but with deep moving power and seems to state, I AM HERE.  In that statement there is strength and inner movement...yet you do not need to go anywhere!  

 It is the womb in which the creative seed of new life is held. 

 It is the sweet joy of love...

and the  bittersweet feeling of a heart breaking in love.

It's scent is that of a red rose

 ...an inner drive pushing against gravity into the wide expanse of blue.

Red is nourishing and nurturing

Out of magenta's mercy and compassion, red arises in service.  A service to care for the earth with the work of our hands....a service to care for one another with the work of our hearts.