They Call Me Mellow Yellow

I’m learning to like yellow. Not love, mind you, just like. That’s a big accomplishment for me. For years, okay, pretty much forever, I’ve hated yellow. The color has literally made me nauseous. But it’s starting to change.

Each morning for the past few weeks, I’ve been doing chakra meditations. The stomach/solar plexus chakra is yellow. You can imagine how thrilled I was to learn this. The stomach chakra rules personal power, will, autonomy, and metabolism. It also deals with ego, emotions, and self-love. It governs the nervous system as well as the organs associated with the stomach, as well as the lower back. For years, I struggled with low back pain. Physical therapy helped a tremendous amount, but never seemed to cure it.

I’ve been meditating and doing yoga every day for the past year and a half (I’ve missed a few days here and there). These two practices have been a part of my life for some years, but not on a regular basis. Once I made the commitment to do it every day, my life began to change. My back pain disappeared, and yellow now doesn’t make me want to vomit every time I see it.

It’s not always easy for women to take power, and I’ve certainly experienced that. For me, becoming a writer has helped to change that. Writing is an act of power, it’s an act of faith, it’s an act of disruption and innovation. It has allowed me to take power in a non-dominating way. Writing has helped me deal with emotions and self-love.

When I write, I get to discover myself over and over; and I’m different every time I write. Most times, I have no idea that what comes out on the page was rumbling around in my head - it's often a surprise. It’s me – I’m the one writing! I’m a better person each time I write, I’m my more genuine self. And maybe that’s the definition of self-love and power.

To activate the stomach chakra, I read, it helps to eat yellow foods and sunbathe. Eating yellow food is easy – I like yellow squash and bananas. For sunbathing, I will check out a trip to Tahiti, just to make certain I get enough sunbathing in. It seems pretty doubtful that jetting halfway around the world is in my near future; so, meanwhile, I’ll just keep writing.

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