Even though I use this most probably the least of all, it remains the one I adore the most in many ways. I find that its rejuvenating symbolic nature brings out a sense of utter peace to souls that seek to embody a light hearted oneness with nature.

Being the main colour associated with growth it gives me a trusting feeling of being in the hands of the planet along with all the rest. Many of my influences make me believe in healing having a shimmer of green in it.

It is for this reason that I like to envision a sapling in my heart that continually invigorates my being to push on.

By some force beyond me it is the revitalizing impetus I need to not stagnate.

Learning to balance what surfaces in me with such enthusiasm and what is supposedly done and dusted I come into contact with the dream of becoming more spiritually versatile. Quick on my feet is what I wish to be, yet there are sides to me that I put off for a calmer day.

Fascinated by all the colour in the world I rarely get into the redeeming vibe that green shines out.

Always at the cusp of completely connecting to this earthen feel, what it does to my heart is somehow too good for me at times. Often overwhelming the amount of love I feel for creation is too much to bare.

Almost like sap; it is so thick that I only allow myself small doses. Admiring the ones that hug trees so happily I am much more accustomed to the excitement of paradoxes in my life.

On the off chance that I glance at something green I am reminded of a harmonic environment that seems difficult to manifest in my own life. For some reason it becomes so overwhelming that I just have to switch off for a while – the implications of uniting with this ‘energy’ would rewrite my life too much.

Long have I struggled to find the new leaf that sees me walking the path a druid or elf might take, but it seems to be out of my grasp. This world we live in today is too full of concrete that I might be a dandelion that could crack through it.

One thing Do know is that I am more like a chameleon that lives among the green trees, yet changes colour in an attempt to show those true shades and in the end seek to complement what I cannot be in my own way.