I've had a rethink on the whole "Colour Month" idea. Why confine it to one month? Why not one lifetime? One can live a whole lifetime and not see ALL the colours there are to see, after all.
Roll on, Colour Life!
I have ummed and ahhed about what to write here the last few days ("dithered" maybe a better word - or, if I am to be honest, "procrastinated"). Ever known where you wanted to go, but weren't sure how to get there? And I don't mean which route to take...well, I do...but I also mean the method; do you go by car, or bus, or train...or should you walk, or run...or hey, why not ride a horse...or a unicycle? What if you really did know how to get there, but instead of just beginning the journey, you spent time dithering (my word for to today - it sounds so much more fun than procrastinated, or avoided) around getting in and out of your car, maybe taking the bus for one stop only, then walking back to where you started only to trip over the horse on your way to getting out your unicycle?
What if, after all that, you realised you were actually where you needed to be, and all you needed to do in the first place was to open your eyes and see that you were there? And what you really needed most to do was to put the car keys away, tear up your bus pass and just trust that, you know what? You are already living the journey.
It all sounds very philosophical, if you let it. But it sums up a lot of what has been going on around here, for real, in the past few days. Well, for much longer, even, than that...but perhaps the last few days has seen us reach a turning point. Or a learning point. Hehehe.
Sometimes, trusting that you will arrive at your destination is as hard as taking that first step - whether that step be inside yourself, or against the external stream. Sometimes, that same fear is so exciting that you HAVE to take that step. You can't not take it. Even if you have no idea where you're going. Because you know it's right anyway. You know it's where you should always have been heading...even where you've always been, although you never knew the name of the town.
I think the next few weeks will see us consolidate many ideas, dreams and philosophies into something huge. It may not be to everyone's tastes. And that's okay. I can only ask that you choose openness and curiosity over close-mindedness and fear.
Life, after all, is awash with many colours. But only a very few of those are named in the rainbow we physically see. Perhaps the reason no one ever finds that little pot of gold is because it was all around us to begin with, rather than hidden at the edge of a fleeting band of fading colour in the sky.