I think that everyone has a color that moves them. Some people might have many colors that move them, but I think that everyone has at least one. A color that takes their breath away, or makes their heart heavy.
For me, yellow is one of those colors. Not any old yellow, but a sort of golden, ever-so-slightly-orange yellow. The kind of yellow that reminds you of liquid sun—especially during golden hour in some beautiful place.
I want to be surrounded by that color. I want to see it for as far as I can see. To climb up high and jump into it. I want to just stare at it until the feelings wear off. Odd things to say about a color, maybe, but true.
I doubt that many people get up-close to a single color regularly and just stare at it for a while. Perhaps when you’re decorating a home, but even I (despite the above) wouldn’t paint an entire room yellow. I want to engage with my color actively, not turn it into some passive thing.
As strange as it sounds, though, I think that more people should find their color, and to really think about what that color is. Not to recall their “favorite color”—likely repeated indiscriminately for years—but to really think, at this time specifically, which color most moves them.
My color—one of my colors—makes me feel something close to joyful. Just a strange little feeling that starts in my stomach, goes all the way up to my head, and then pops above it and hovers there for a minute.
How wonderful for a single color to do that. How curious that it should. I’ve learned to stop interrogating why quite so much (for many things) and to simply accept the feeling. To turn my brain off for a moment and just experience that moment instead.
If you have a color, I’d love to hear what it is and how it makes you feel. If you don’t have color, I encourage you to find it (or them).