The simple myth of a colourful life

Do you have colour in your life?  I try to, and I also realise how quickly, particularly in relationship to my wardrobe, the colour quietly gets stripped away leaving me once again wearing too much functional black and grey.

Most of my clothes are now in storage in preparation for my journeying life and I am left with three core outfits.  I have some beautiful red tops, and the funky furry jacket that was my sister’s till I wore it into becoming mine, but the staples are suddenly very uninspiring.  The lack of choice has brought into stark relief the lack of brilliant colour.

Colour – what is colour?  Colour has a vibration, it prompts feelings and states, resonates with memories and appreciation.  I love colour, I’m throwing everything at creating a vibrant and colourful life, a life that vibrates with love, resonates with brightness and moments of connected joy and appreciation.  Why on earth would I want to do that clad in sombre shades – even with splashes of red?

The little black skirt that I bought last year when I reconnected with the fact that I have lovely legs and there’s no reason not to celebrate that, is now hanging off me.  Time to find something brighter, and possibly even shorter, that fits, and which lights me up when I put it on. I can have fun wielding needle and thread to bring my own colour and creativity to my limited wardrobe.  What little things can I add that will bring more of me to life in what I’m wearing?  It’s time to get creative and colourful, to wear what I love on the outside, as well as nurturing and shaping it on the inside.

Trippling the Light Fantastic on Women’s Day

I am so inspired by the women of the world, by the women of my life, and by myself as a woman.  Today I got a beautiful moment of learning about one of the most powerful aspects of being a woman that is maybe less familiar, and certainly less generally celebrated, but which forms a core of the myth I’m living.

As I mentioned in my last article, I have recently embarked on a rather wonderful exploration of tantra and it is starting to open up an incredibly rich and intense relationship with the sexual energy that is available to me as a woman.  All my life I’ve admired women for their work, for their love, for their courage and sheer bloody-minded determination and inventiveness.  I now add to that a jaw-dropping appreciation of what miracles we are in energetic terms and in our natural ability to receive pleasure when we make the choice to be fully present to ourselves in the moment.

Whatever that means.

Maybe it will help if I give you an example.

I am on the whole a pretty brusque bather, my showers are generally speedy affairs that have earned me the reputation of being a tomboy as I emerge scrubbed, shaved (that’s legs, not chin) and ready for the next bit of the day minutes after starting my ablutions.  Today followed that pattern, in the shower, hair done, armpits and legs shaved, body soaped and clean.  And then I made the best decision of the day, which was to linger a moment and read my choices to myself.

My choices are a part of my intuitive practice; eight aspects of my Land Of Plenty that I would love to create in my life, established through a simple and powerful imaginative exercise.  They give the myth I am creating a structure and I read them aloud every day, and regularly ‘tune in’ intuitively to each choice to connect with the vision I’d love to create, the reality of where I am in relationship to that, and actions that will bring the vision into my life.  My choices this year have an interesting flavour to them not a million miles away from the tantric work, including the one that had a rather dramatic effect on my morning bathing experience: I love being supported by the vibration of my sexuality.

To be honest, my head doesn’t have a clue what this actually means, but I learnt today that my body is pretty sure what it’s all about.  As soon as I connected with the words, and the images that are part of the vision of this choice, my whole being opened up to the moment, to myself and to what my senses were experiencing in the shower that my hurry to get into the day had shut off from me.

Talk about a revelation.

Suddenly my whole being was suffused with the pleasure of the water on my skin, and aware of the energy that was flowing from that pleasure.  There was so much to explore and play with, so much to enjoy.  Simple, easy to access, innocent even.  My birthright as a woman, and all it took to experience it was to open up to myself, to be in myself, to shift out of my busy head and and check in with what was actually going on for me, what my body was telling me about that moment, right there and then.  If you know the film Pleasantville, think trees bursting into flame.

The myths we get caught in so often take us out of the moment and into our worries, our schedule, the future and the past.  This Women’s Day it was such a delight to really choose to be present to the most important woman in my life – me; to give myself time to appreciate the woman I am, the miracle of my body, and the pleasure so simply available to me.

It was a lovely lesson that I took into the rest of my day, really aware of being in my body and enjoying the many moments of pleasure that were there for me: the company of my friend Kat, the delight of seeing the ducks all suddenly partnered up and tootling happily around the park lake in comfy couples,  the deliciousness of a piece of toast with Nutella, the beauty of a man engrossed in drawing by the river.

Women are creatures of incredible resourcefulness and courage, and we are also creatures of pleasure.  We have huge resources to enjoy life through our senses.  Any moment can open up a world of delight, of taste, touch, sight, sound, smell to make your day special.  Indulge yourself and celebrate.