As I close my eyes and drift away to a land where there is love, health, peace and blessings. I wanted to take the time to think and reflect.
The truth is that the other day I decided to share a picture on Instagram, as I wanted to be a part of the purple theme that is taking place at the U.S. Open. When I say theme, it's because purple is the color of choice for many of the tennis players. However, as I learned from Rafael Nadal's response during an interview, it seems that colors of athletic wear are chosen a year in advance. The color made me think about my own childhood love for this color. Especially when I wanted my mother to sew me new clothes. The traditional South Asian dress of the Salwaar Kameez. Purple was a color of choice. Purple is also my birthstone; Amethyst. I loved purple. I loved Amethyst and the deep spiritual connections with the gemstone itself. However, somehow during the journey of life, emotional attachments to the color and relations made me steer away.
My reactions / response is interesting and quite normal. As humans we tend to avoid what is perceived as hurt / harm. But the fact that this color is popping up again, helped me to process some of the emotions. Because at the end of the day the color didn't actually create the hurt / pain, it was the associations with the colors. I'm grateful that the color did pop-up again as this reminded me of my childhood memories, and the beauty of the Amethyst - natures creations.