True colours

     "In our life there is a single colour, as an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the colour of love."

— Marc Chagall          

     I took a stroll through our local mall today to observe this fall's latest styles and colours on display. I have always had more than a passing interest in colourful clothes and the latest fashions. 
     This preoccupation began early in my life. In my autobiography, Seeds of Love, I wrote several vignettes regarding my emotional connection to certain special frocks I had owned as a young child; The Missing Party Dress, and my Special Christmas Dress, (see pages 22, 35). 
     

     My wartime, spitfire drindle skirt that I wore as a teenager, still remains vivid in my memory. 

     

     During the 1940's, fashion was quite conservative. It lacked colour and stylish touches which only began to appear in the next decade — much to my delight. 
     
     As a school marm, I always thought it was important to appear before my class dressed as colourful and interesting as I could possibly manage. 

     After all, my pupils had no choice but to look at me all day, all week and all year. 
     
     I have no idea why God put me together this way but, I am glad that He did. 
     Perhaps, I have been more aware of the awesomeness of the variety of beautiful colours in this world, because of it. 
     
     God, obviously enjoys colour, too, just as I do. He could have given us a world in black and white. But, just look at the beauty surrounding us in every season. 

     Who doesn't marvel at the charm of golden sunsets, the shimmering rainbows after the rain, the spectacular display of stars on a dark night, the splendour of a blossoming field of wildflowers, the silent beauty of glistening mountains of snow, or, an exhibition of an autumn showing of glorious hues of reds, russets and golds?  
     
     Having colour in my life is so much more than the colourful clothes I might choose to wear. Although, I believe dressing brightly helps with my positive attitude. 

Someone has aptly said, 
     "When you have a rainbow deep down in your heart, your smile will automatically shine through." 
     

 

     "Looking back to my happy childhood days, I believe it was then I began to embrace the beauty and loveliness of life itself. "

— Beulah Eagles

     My family and friends have added so much colour and meaning to my life, that perhaps without them, I might have become colour blind.

     There are few colours I don't warm to, so, I could say I have no favourite colour. It's true, some colours do more for our personalities than others. 

     Remember the era when it was popular to determine whether you were a summer, winter, spring or fall colour skin-type? I think our personality does dictate how comfortable we feel wearing certain colours. 
     

     Regardless of the colours we may choose to wear — more importantly — it's the colour of our thought patterns, for as Marcus Aurelius aptly said, "The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts." 
     

     I've heard about a radio ad for watches that suggested listeners buy a watch with a bright colour band and then wear it with clothes of another colour. 
     As people notice the watch because of its contrasting color, the ad said, "They'll see that you have colour courage, and they'll want to be like you." 

     John Locke has said, "We are like chameleons, we take our hue and the colour of our moral character from those around us." 

     God forbid, that this would be so. Instead, may we be strong in showing our true colours in a positive way — the colour of love.       
     

     

     "I look forward to being older, when what you look like becomes less and less an issue and what you are is the point."   

— Susan Sarandon 

— beulah