(Flower at Longwood Gardens. Photo by Robin. June 2007)
The color red has not always been one of my favorites. In fact, it moves in and out of favor with me depending on how it manifests in my life. At this time in my life I often associate it with hot flashes and the color of my skin when my internal thermostat is malfunctioning and I’m heated from within. Or without, on hot days such as today.
Red is the color of my face when I’m embarrassed. I’ve been teased for that for as long as I can remember because I blush easily. Very easily. Red was the color of my hair when I was born. Red is the color of my skin after about 20 minutes in the sun without sunscreen. Red is not a color I’m likely to wear because it brings out all of my natural red coloring.
I often think I have an overabundance of red in my life. But red isn’t all bad and there are times when I’m attracted to it and find it delightful.