If ever you had asked me, throughout the entire history of my life, what my favourite colour is, I would never, not ever, have said purple.
Or pink.
Or maroon.
And yet one day I looked around and realised:
My leggings were purple. My boots were purple. My scarf was purple and maroon. My glasses were purple and pink. My socks were purple. My yoga blocks and mat were purple, pink and red. My favourite bed linen was maroony-pinky-peachy. My wellies were purple. My pyjama bottoms were maroon. My new t-shirt was maroon.
Everywhere I looked there was an undeniable presence of this particular range of colour. So much so that Ben had started making fun of me. “Oh, let’s see, what colour’s that? That’s right, it’s purple!”
I have absolutely no idea why I’m drawn to these colours so much. I just know (now) that I am. And with perfect modesty I have to say, they suit me! They are right for me. We are a wonderful match 🙂
Somehow we are drawn to what is right for us. We may not always understand it. We may not be able to articulate why. It may not make sense to our rational mind or fit into the logical plan we have for our lives.
But surely we can trust it. As Rumi says:
“Allow yourself to be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.”
I’ll leave you with this poem. I wrote it when I was utterly fed up of my own mind trying to ‘figure stuff out’. May it support you in trusting what you love, even if you can’t explain why.
I want to be a poet.
I don’t know why.
Why are we born
and why do we die?
I don’t know, do you?
I want to be a poet.
I don’t know why.
I just like it,
I like it.
Love and courage,
Leah