Over the last few weeks, I’ve been wondering why the colors yellow and green have held a constant presence in my awareness and in my work.
If you scan the imagery I’ve selected or crafted for these weekly musings, or the posts I’ve shared across social media, you’ll see the evidence. I wish I could tell you that using these gorgeous colors was deliberate. It was not. When I became aware they were showing up with fierce regularity, some part of me began asking why, but it never occurred to me to go deeper.
Then, during Thursday morning’s meditation, a vision arrived.
I was standing before a corn field bathed in lime and yellow. The stalks and their feathery leaves swayed in a summer breeze as far as I could see. Gentle rustling filled my ears.
Words followed:
When the husks fall away, the kernels pop with sweetness.
The message stayed with me all day, and I felt called to share the experience in Substack Notes and with a group of souls I belong to. We call ourselves Northwest Light…for all the reasons you might suspect.
What came back from the group was real gold.
“The colors of green and yellow are new growth colors.”
“The sound of the gentle rustling is sacred sound.”
In a moment, I realized why these colors had been so persistent. It wasn’t simply because they represent the summer season. It’s because of what this summer, particularly the month of July, has been for me—an unexpected period of rest, recalibration, and preparation.
I sensed it, but I hadn’t bothered to put words to it. Intuitively, I felt it was important to let the season unfold from the heart and leave my head out of the mix.
Besides incorporating these colors, you’ll find my words have leaned into reclaiming personal power, cultivating love for yourself and others, and learning to trust yourself in this new age of resonance.
Throughout it all, I’ve been inside two energy centers: the solar plexus (yellow) and the heart (green). New growth was taking shape, and that included a strong pull to understand what home really means for me.
The fire of the solar plexus needs the oxygen, or air, of the heart to authentically transmute what powerfully stirs there.
And the rustling of the field isn’t restlessness. It’s an invitation to return to the sacred.
Writers often share lived experience, but what has become clear is that I was offering my own experiences in real time without fully realizing what was unfolding.
August arrives with mystical energy. A renewed sense of playfulness and discovery.
Despite the quiet of last month, I’ve felt this return to mysticism. You may have noticed it in my most recent articles and posts, or in a short video released just yesterday, Not Practical. Mystical.
You’ll also find this wave of new energy woven through The Collective’s August Transmission, SHIFTING GROUND, rounding out the first year of channeling their messages.
Sometimes prompts arrive, and it’s clear they deserve a closer look. Other times, a nudge is just a moment for noticing.
If I had gone against my instinct and dug deeper into the energy moving through me last month in search of answers, I might have missed the gold that is now emerging.
I’m feeling giddy about August. Maybe you are, too.
Because it’s time to remember who we are.
In joy and unity, always.
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