Colour therapy

     

     "Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world."

— Reverend Virgil A. Kraft      

     I love colour. One can easily see that by the colourful outfits I choose to wear. Perhaps, that is why I enjoy springtime, with its multi-coloured blooms popping up everywhere. 

     Our senses become awakened, as spring unfolds the beauty of the world surrounding us. 

     

     I thank God that He gave us the ability to see in colour. 

     Recently, I read about colour therapy. It suggested different colours seem to create certain feelings within us. 

Orange suggests a sense of calm and security;

Yellow is a happy colour, getting rid of negative thoughts, helping one to relax and think positively; 

Purple helps to free the mind; 

Blue is restful, aiding mental healing, giving a feeling of inner peace — perhaps why, when we lay on the grass looking up at the blue expanse of the sky, it brings a calm to our spirits;

Green relaxes one physically and spiritually, releasing tension— a drive in the country enjoying the beauty of the green fields and meadows, often brings tranquility, giving a new perspective; 

Red, they say, produces a sense of vitality or energy. Lacking in energy lately, I chose to wear red today. 

     




     
     Maybe colour does help to shape how we perceive life, inspiring the creative potential within us. I'm sure God had his reasons for filling the world with colour, besides the enjoyment we receive from it. 

     

     They say, flowers too, have a language all their own, and carry unvoiced messages. We've heard red roses from a lover, 'says it all!'    Orange blossoms suppose to symbolize chastity and loveliness, often found in bridal bouquets, while white suggests purity. 

     

     Flowers are a delight to the soul and food for the spirit.  

     During several visits lately, to our local The Greenery garden centre, I was again awed to see the huge mass of colour displayed throughout their one acre of greenhouses.  I must confess, I was never one to enjoy getting my hands in the soil. But, I marvelled at the lovely, finished gardens Nels always seemed to produce. 

     But, I believe we encounter the God of Creation as we familiarize ourselves with the work of His hands. God planted a garden in Eden, perhaps in what is today, southern Iraq. 

     He then formed man from the dust of the ground, and placed him in it to work it and take care of it. (Genesis 2:7, 15)   

Isn't it odd 

That a Being like God 

Who sees the facade 

Still loves the clod 

He made out of sod? 

Now isn't that odd? 

— Unknown  

     Could it be, why many experience satisfaction and a quiet sense of peace while working the soil with their hands? 

     

     Gardens become a sanctuary for some — a place to heal, to slow down or, to just enjoy and think pleasant thoughts. God is the perfect Gardener. 

     I like to think of us, His children, as flowers in His great garden of life, each with our own unique aroma, 'spreading the fragrance of the knowledge of Him' (2 Corinthians 2:15). 

     

     The Gardener knows each of us by name. He dearly loves us, whether we are a petunia, a daisy or an orchid.  

     
     Jesus said, "I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener... He prunes every branch so that it will be more fruitful." — John 15:1, 2 

     It is crucial that my life is continually abiding in the vine, so that on-going fruit is being produced.  

"Kind hearts are the gardens; Kind thoughts are the roots; Kind words are the flowers; Kind deeds are the fruits."

— Unknown  

     I'd like to think, that over the years I have planted seeds of influence in the lives of children I've taught, moulding their characters for good.   

     "Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds you plant."

— Robert Louis Stevenson  

     The following poem was the inspiration for the title of my book, Seeds of Love — the gift of words that seemed to help shape my values and outlook on life.  

     

Just scatter little seeds of love, as you pass along your way, 

And sweet flowers of grace and beauty, will spring up day by day. 

Just give a sunny smile and speak a cherry word, 

And the joy of helping others, will bring its own reward.

— beulah