Those who have studied the effects of colour on the human psyche tell us that green imparts a sense of harmony, balance and refreshment in the spectrum spectator. It helps us to slow down. Maybe even stop for a while. I wonder if it’s because, on a primitive level, green means that there is plenty of water and therefore a reduced risk of famine. It’s reassuring.
Red, on the other hand, is used to bolster a sense of physical courage, energy and strength. We use red to give us a sense of get up and GO!
And yet I have always loved yellow.
I have often wondered why it is that I feel such a strong compulsion to run. … and why I’m so particular about where I run. My favourite weekend running route takes me along a winding track that follows a gentle, softly bubbling creek surrounded by densely populated, intertwining trees, vines and seemingly random shrubbery. Somehow, huffing and puffing along that track makes me feel as though I’m being enveloped in a cool, calming blanket of mottled green. While my body works itself up into a sweaty, bright red beacon of self-propulsion, the act of gliding through the dense cloud of greenery somehow slows my otherwise racing mind. The dark foliage of the weeping myrtle protects me from the harsh yellow sunlight. The delicate, pale green maidenhair fern softly frames the unforgiving grey concrete track. The same track that so effortlessly meanders alongside the gently flowing creek, hiding enigmatic creatures that seek solace in its blue-green murky depths. No wonder the ducks I pass by seem so content. Although I suspect the carb-loading from kind-hearted visitors who feed them bread scraps may be a contributing factor.
By the time I get home, I’m physically exhausted….. and mentally renewed.
And that’s why I sometimes need to put on my running shoes and escape to a place where my eyes can drink their fill of cool, monochromatic green…. so that when increasing pressures cause the colours of life to dim, my first reaction won’t be to see red.
Do you find that colour affects your mood?
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