Some time back I took one of those quizzes, what is the color of your soul, or something like that. When finished I was surprised to end up brown. I sat reading my description as earthy and had never thought of myself that way at all. I wanted to be red, or pink or something “prettier.”
Yesterday I went for a long walk with my son and the dog. We took some new turns and discovered more trails. These trails led into wooded areas, all green and misty from the shadows and rain of the day. As we walked I wanted to capture it all on camera this quiet beauty, still but for the soft sounds of a late summers day. As I sat and thought about it I realized yes, the color of my soul is brown. This is where I find my peace and contentment. This is where I can really listen and where I renew the energy that fills me. The color brown is like the earth, filled with all of nature that surrounds us. What could be more beautiful than that.