Living Yoga Daily — Yellow

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“The hidden well-spring of your soul must need rise and run murmuring to the sea; And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes. But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure; And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line. For self is a sea boundless and measureless. Say not, ‘I have found the truth,’ but rather, ‘I have found a truth.’ Say not, ‘I have found the path of the soul.’ Say rather, ‘I have met the soul walking upon my path.’ For the soul walks upon all paths. The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed. The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.” — Kahlil Gibran, THE PROPHET on Self-Knowledge

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I have never been particularly fond of the color yellow. Its symbolism is unambiguous and, yet, like a teenager, it gives a multitude of mixed messages to the receiver.

“It is the color of pulsating life — of corn and gold and angelic halos…In Asia it is the color of power — the emperors of China were the only ones allowed to sport sunshine-colored robes…it is also the color of declining power. A sallow complexion comes with sickness; the yellow of leaves in autumn not only symbolizes death, it indicates it.” — Victoria Finlay, COLOR: A Natural History of the Palette

And yet. And yet I find myself in this season of just-before-sixty(ish) drawn to it like the proverbial moth to the yellow hue of the porch light.

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The Four-O’Clocks in our backyard {I hesitate to call it an actual garden} at one time sported reds and pinks and whites. Over the years, yellow has taken over completely. Dominant yellow is. Unruly and flagrant. Like a god, omnipresent.

“In Egypt it is the color of happiness and prosperity.” — Alexander Theroux, THE PRIMARY COLORS: Three Essays

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How does one tell the little god of the not-quite-a-garden that you’re not a fan? You don’t, I suppose. Instead, you opt to embrace it. Bring it in close. Let it shine. A small sprig of tulips found on a jaunt {of which I rarely embark on} tucked into a mini-vase made from the bottom of a Princess House crystal perfume bottle — its top bumped and shattered by an, “Oops!.” of the husband.

“Yellow is vagueness and luminousness, both…To some degree, it’s an egalitarian color. In the sixties and seventies it became, and remained, a popular and relentless color, suggesting to youth perhaps renewal, hope, and spontaneity.” — Alexander Theroux

60's Twiggy
60’s Twiggy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

60's Jean Shrimpton
60’s Jean Shrimpton

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Did anyone else buy magazines in the 60’s just for the advertisements? {My guilty pleasure.}

Rimmel London Retro Look
Rimmel London Retro Look

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

60's Yardley of London
60’s Yardley of London

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And is it just me — or do the advertisements for Rimmel London look suspiciously like the 60’s Yardley of London ads? Exactly so, perhaps?

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Yellow.

Photo by Heather B. of Beautythatmoves.com
Photo by Heather B. of Beautythatmoves.com

The color of a candle’s flame. This is the yellow I can hug. It is warm and calming as the shadows grow long near the ending of the day and when nightfall creeps inside. This. This is the yellow that sustains. This. This is the yellow I want to dance with during the day and be enveloped in at eveningtide.

It is perky and peaceful. I am on the shy-side of 60 and I’m finding that I need a wee bit of both.

Yellow my soul and let it unfold.

Blessings, dear reader.

 

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