My Power Comes from Imbalance, not Balance!

I wanted to be balanced – I really did – but that is not my destiny.

I live in a nearly continuous state of imbalance because of my reaction to the light spectrum. In fact, if the light ever feels balanced, I feel quite lost and don’t know what to do with myself!

Today for instance – another cloudy rainy day in the UK. Thankfully I perceive enough yellow light to feel open hearted. However, I don’t feel grounded (low red light), I struggle to feel I belong (low orange light), I struggle to feel support (low green light), and struggle to feel part of a team (low blue light). I always have my friend, the violet light, though, energising, inspiring and pushing me on to higher and greater things.

I can do much with my perception of yellow and violet light. I can get to the heart of things and put on my analytical creative hat. I can work with data and make deductions and build theories. I wouldn’t become the crazy analyst if the light was balanced. I am pretty sure I would be doing something a lot more mundane!

Balance is nice if you can get it but maybe a little ordinary. It is imbalance that leads you into the extra-ordinary and and if you hold its hand, it will take you on the most exciting journey!

The Visionary – A Poem

 

visionary geese

The visionary wakes in February

When the violet light is bright

In March she feels overly grounded

As the red light of winter holds onto its strength

In April she nearly goes to sleep

With the intensity of yellow and green

But in May she comes to life a little

As she sees blue and violet come onto her radar

In June she struggles with the brightness

But has plenty of creative energy.

In July she feels the wane of summer

But still likes being outward and creative

In August she starts to mourn the loss of blue

As red again takes more precedence

In September she struggles to know what to do

As one minute it is red and the next more blue

In October there is a burst of yellow

And a need for homeliness prevails

In November blue seems to reappear

But a starker version of summer

In December the light is more red and orange

And it is best to be tucked up at home

And in January there is a hint of the wonder

Of the blue and violet to come.